Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 63139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Her eyes, a little kind, soften. Maybe she believes me? If she believes me, will she prove my father is lying?
God.
How the hell am I going to escape this?
What has he done to me?
“ARE YOU OKAY?” EVE asks, sitting across from me the next day at a table in the meeting area.
She’s with Riggs and Remy, both of them have come in to try and figure out where to go from here. I have a meeting with the detectives again after this, but right now, my mind is as fuzzy as they come. I can’t think, I can’t do anything but try to figure out why the hell my own father would do something like this to me.
I don’t understand.
We’re not close, but his own daughter.
He would see me go down for murder ... Fucking murder?
I don’t understand.
“I’m okay,” I say, shrugging even though it feels like a weight is bearing down on my chest constantly. “I haven’t been assaulted yet, so that’s something. I’m sure I’d make a good prison bitch for someone out there ...”
“Now’s not the time to joke, kid,” Remy mutters.
“What else is there to do?” I say, meeting his gaze. “My own father literally put me in jail for murder. I’m not certain there is much else I can do.”
“What you can do is tell us everything you know,” Riggs informs me. “Every fuckin’ thing you can think of.”
“I suspected it was my father, but he wasn’t alone. My brother had something to do with it, I’m sure of it. I overheard them talking about cleaning out the basement. I went in there to check things out and there were these shackles on the wall. I’m telling you, my father and brother did this, I just don’t know what they did with her ... her body.”
“You take any pictures, get anything?” Remy asks me.
I shake my head. “I didn’t honestly know it would come to this. They asked ... they asked me to plant that evidence on your club,” I admit. “I wasn’t going to, I took it because I wanted to see what they were trying to get rid of. I was going to make sure they went down for what they did, but as always, my father was one step ahead of me. He knew exactly what he was doing.”
Riggs stares at me for a minute. “Why would he plant it on the club?”
I shrug. “I don’t know, because you’re in his town and he doesn’t want you here.”
“He said that?” Remy asks.
“We’re getting off track,” Eve interrupts. “We can discuss that part of it when Gabby is home, until then, we need to figure out how the hell to get her home.”
“My brother,” I say, carefully. “He’s the only other one who knows. Make a deal with him, do something, get him to agree to tell the police everything. If he can get immunity for confessing ...”
“Your brother ain’t goin’ to do jack shit,” Remy growls. “He is as selfish as your father.”
I close my eyes. “Someone told the cops about my father and Constance. He was freaking out, yelling at Brad and saying it was him, but Brad made it clear he wasn’t the one to tell the cops. Which mean someone else knows.”
“Any idea who that might be?” Riggs asks.
I shake my head. “It could be anyone, but if I were to start somewhere, I’d start with Becky and Magnus.”
Riggs nods. “We’ll find out what we can. In the meantime, you don’t tell them shit. Keep your head down and let us figure this out.”
I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat.
“You good?” Remy asks.
I look up at him. “My own father put me in prison. I’m not great.”
“We’ll get you outta here, babe. I promise you that.”
Eve nods. “We will.”
“Time’s up,” the guard yells.
The three of them stand. Remy holds my eyes for a long moment, and then they all leave. I’m escorted straight to the questioning room where I meet with the same two detectives as last night. I sit across from them, and Sheryl smiles at me, her face kind. Quinn keeps a stony face, but he doesn’t look mean, just smart.
“How are you feeling, Gabriella?”
“My father had me locked up for a crime he committed because he’s powerful and god damned rich. How do you think I’m going?”
Sheryl nods. “We want you to see if you recognize any of this stuff.”
She opens a bag and pulls out a cell phone. It’s small and black, and I know for certain it isn’t mine.
“Have you seen this phone anywhere before?”
I stare at it. It’s hard to tell when it has a blank screen. I rack my brain trying to come up with anything I can, anything I could be missing. I’m taken back to a few nights ago when I was in the kitchen, preparing dinner. My father yelled out at me to get him the phone off the kitchen counter. I picked it up and took it to him. This phone looks a whole lot like that one.