“You really do want me to shoot, don’t you?” Camille taunted. “All right then.”
Margot screamed, the laptop bag falling to theground, before the sound of the gun going off registered. Margot clutched her arm, and Narelle was horrified by the growing red stain on her white shirt. Camille was crazy.
“Now look what you made me do. Let’s go, Narelle. And don’t forget your friend. I could’ve killed her, but she’s pretty. I’m sure someone would be more than happy to snap her up. I still don’t believe someone wanted you and paid such a huge amount for you.” Camille’s ramblings scared Narelle, but she tried not to show it.
“You should just go, Camille, nothing good is going to come of you taking the both of us.” It was on the tip of Narelle’s tongue to say who Andy worked for, but she kept that information to herself.
“That’s what you think. I’m going to get so rewarded for not only bringing you, but for bringing an extra. Now, let’s go. If you don’t, next time my aim will be a lot more accurate.”
Narelle had been hoping, if she stalled Camille long enough, Andy would show up. He told her he would be monitoring the cameras. He had to have seen what was going on. But if she waited any longer, both her and Margot could end up dead. Although the likelihood of that happening anyway seemed high.
“Fine.” Narelle looked at Margot, her bloodied fingers clutched the wound in her upper arm. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“Not your fault.” Narelle didn’t deserve Margot’s understanding.
“Let’s go, ladies.”
They made their way to Camille’s car, the journey taking longer than it should’ve because of Narelle using her crutches.
What if she used one of them to knock Camille out? Would she have enough strength and power to do so?
By the time she’d finished the thought, they were at the car, and with the way Camille’s finger kept brushing the side of the trigger, Narelle didn’t want to do anything that would set her off.
They got in the car, and as she went to place the crutches inside, Camille snatched them and tossed them on the ground. “You won’t be needing those.” She slammed the door. Narelle tried the handle, but it wouldn’t open.
“Kiddie locks are a wonderful thing.” Camille cackled and pulled away from the curb.
Narelle sank back in the seat and closed her eyes, wishing that when she opened them again, she’d find thatit was all dream.
But it wouldn’t be.
What was happening to them was real.
She had no idea how Camille had gotten to Andy’s house, but Margot was an innocent victim. All she’d been doing was delivering the laptop. She hadn’t asked to be involved, and she was probably wishing she’d arrived fifteen minutes after she had, and then she wouldn’t be in a car being driven by a madwoman.
Did anybody in her office notice Camille was missing?
Did no one know she was a horrible person?
Did Andy know they’d been taken?
Was she ever going to see him again? Or were she and Margot about to become another missing woman statistic?
Why hadn’t she found her voice and told him she loved him?
Chapter
Nineteen
Andy willed Wilt to drive faster. As it was, his friend was already over the speed limit, but as Andy watched everything unfold on his phone, it felt like they were crawling.
“Fuck!” Shocked at what he witnessed.
“Was that a gunshot?” Wilt asked, not taking his eyes off the road.
“Yeah, Camille shot Margot.” He hadn’t recognized the woman initially, but then remembered she was the colleague Narelle had gone to Bali with. He was surprised he remembered her name. As she spoke, everything that happened over the last few weeks fell into place for Andy.
Camille must be responsible for Narelle’s almost kidnapping in Bali. He didn’t know if she wasconnected to the car accident or the incident at the hospital. The accident had certainly looked like an attempt to kill instead of another kidnapping.
