Twisted Interest (Margot Harris 7)

“So, who?”

“I don’t know, and I don’t know what Mal is up to. Two more reasons not to sleep. I just have a bad feeling this isn’t really over.”

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EXCERPT FROM BOOK 8 – TWISTED HOPES

“If you’re right, you need to quit all this YouTube crap. I know you’re getting some views and even making some scratch, but it ain’t worth it,” Trevor told her.

He was still wearing his uniform from working the graveyard shift at 7-11. Normally, he went back to his own place after a graveyard shift and drank a few beers to help him sleep. Instead, he was at his parent’s house where he’d put up Cassie last night before he went to work. She’d called him yesterday sounding scared, which was weird for her in Trevor’s experience. He’d suggested his parents' place since they were out of town and to his surprise she’d agreed.

“It’s not about the money,” Cassie replied.

Trevor shook his head and took a deep breath. When Cassie said stupid shit like this, he tended to tell her so in ways that no one would describe as diplomatic. It was one of the reasons she’d broken up with him. Now, she’d come to him for help and he didn’t want to blow any chance they had of getting back together by saying something that would piss her off.

After taking another breath, he told her, “Whatever you get out of it, I guarantee it’s not worth dying for.”

Cassie couldn’t really argue with him. As much as she loved being the host of Cassie’s Coastal Crime Report, she had to admit she loved being alive just a little more.

“I’ll be fine,” she said as sat at the kitchen table and booted up her laptop. “No one will find me here.”

It was Trevor’s turn not to argue. He didn’t figure anyone would track her to his parent’s house. Since they were in Hawaii all week, she would have the place to herself.

“What are you doing?”

“Putting the finishing touches on the newest episode.”

“Uh, weren’t we just discussing how you should be calling it quits?”

“Yeah, but I’ve already got this one put together. There’s no reason not to post it. In fact, maybe this will give whoever it is second thoughts.”

“Unlikely.”

“Yeah, but it won’t make it worse.”

Cassie’s phone buzzed. She checked the screen and typed in a short reply. She set the phone on the counter and continued posting her latest video.

The doorbell rang.

“Are you expecting someone?” Cassie asked.

“No, maybe just something from Amazon. My mom probably ordered something.”

“While she was in Hawaii?”

“It’s kind of an addiction for her. You should see all the crap in the closet.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t answer.”

“Why? No one knows you’re here.”

“Yeah, and I’d like to keep it that way.”

Trevor went to the door anyway. He looked into the peephole before he opened the door to make Cassie feel better. He didn’t see the Amazon delivery guy.

A bullet came through the peephole and Trevor’s brains exited through the back of his skull and made a mess on the tile floor.

Cassie was already running when Trevor’s dead body hit the floor. She heard more shots and then the sound of the door swinging open and smacking into the wall. She didn’t look back. She ran out the back door and straight for the back fence. Even though Trevor had insisted his place was safe, Cassie had made an escape plan the moment she arrived. She hoped it would be enough to keep her alive.