"No, not now. I'll just sleep on top of the comforter. Can you grab me that blanket from the chair?"
She pointed across the room to a small sofa with no sides and a pale green blanket thrown over the back.
I did as she asked and was slightly annoyed that she was trying to lie down by the time I returned.
"Here, let me help you before you hurt yourself."
"I'm not helpless." Her tone was full of frustration. Whether that was directed toward me or at the fact that she was indeed in need of my help, I would never know.
Either way, I helped her lie down and made sure that the pillow was to her liking. Then I laid the blanket over her and tucked her in.
"Get some sleep. I'll be downstairs making sure no one else hurts you."
The adrenaline was clearly starting to wear off because I barely had the chance to stand up fully before her eyelids started to droop, and sleep was taking over.
Backing out of the room, I closed the door softly and took a deep breath. Being this close to her was going to be a challenge. One I wasn't so sure I was going to be able to win.
BLOG ARTICLE
One of our very own, assaulted!
Yesterday evening one of our very own Willow Creek residents, Vanessa Scarflo, was assaulted in her home. This senseless act will not be tolerated, so anyone with information is encouraged to reach out to Sheriff Bobby Andrews immediately.
B. Feather
CHAPTER SIX
Vanessa
No!
No no no no no.
This couldn't be happening. The last thing I needed at a time like this was to be the feature article of B. Feather. I was supposed to be finding out who was writing the articles not being written about.
I could only imagine how this was going to make matters worse for me.
"Why do you look like someone hit you with a bus?" Nolen startled me with his question. I had forgotten for a second that he had chosen to spend the night on my couch.
I slid my phone across the counter and waited for him to pick it up and read the town blog.
"What's wrong with this?" He held the phone up. "I thought you would be happy to know they're looking for information on who assaulted you."
Of course he didn't understand, because I hadn't told him the truth for him to understand the repercussions nor did I haveany intention of telling him. Then what Nolen said clicked in my head, and I looked at him funny.
"Wait, what do you mean you thought I would be happy? Did you do this?"
There was no way Nolen could be B. Feather. The articles had started long before him and his team had arrived in town. But something about what he said had me wondering if maybe I could be wrong.
"Would it be bad if I did?"
I stepped back like he had slapped me. "You know who B. Feather is?"
Nolen's face went suspiciously blank. "I didn't say that."
"Then how did you get in touch with the person?"
I still didn't know if B. Feather was a male or female, but my guess was female and someone who lived in Willow Creek long enough that they knew everyone and how to get the information they constantly reported on, but that was all I had so far. Unfortunately the town was full of people who lived here their entire lives.
