She could tell I was on my way out for the evening tonight. I had my coat and shoes on, but I told her to come in, that I could wait for half an hour with her before I left for my parents’.
And I opened my door wider to let her in and that’s when Guy waltzed in behind her.
I was thrown at seeing him, but before I could get a word out of my mouth, he pointed a gun at me and shoved me backwards before he locked the door. Heidi demanded my phone. They could see my recent messages, that I’d messaged Abe saying I was on my way downstairs. When quizzed about who Abe is, I let on he’s just my driver.
She must have messaged something to him and by the text ping almost straight after, he must have responded. She then must have messaged other people, like Mom because no one seemed to be looking for me. And I’d texted my mom earlier to firm up the plans for tonight so a quick look through my message history would’ve made it clear where I was going and who needed to be alerted I wasn’t actually coming.
Instead of playing candy poker with my family and listening to Motown like they do every New Year’s Eve before gathering around the TV to watch the ball drop waiting with pot lids and wooden spoons to go outside and make a racket like we always did, I’ve been sitting here catching bits and pieces of information that makes it clear Guy is not only not who he says he is, but that he has been planning tonight for a long time and expects to get a huge payday out of it. And he seems especially excited about Killian being fucked over, ruined, and devastated about it.
Word has gotten around that Ray is wanted for the murder of Felix Hoffman and I know this because of the line of questions Guy threw at me about Ray. Has my ex been in touch with me? Do I know anything about his whereabouts since he escaped from prison? Have I met Felix and did Ray ever talk about him?
I maintain that I know nothing and he gets a little scary, getting right in my face and shouting at me, as if that’s going to make me spill secrets. Earlier tonight he’d been on the phone three times with ‘Steph’ which is obviously Felix’s stepsister and Ray’s name came up on that call as well as something about the cops questioning Felix’s father about Ray. But he hasn’t heard from her for a while now and is anxious about the fact that she’s not answering her cell. I’ve heard about the ‘fire’ happening as scheduled. About someone getting shot at Genesis. And he’s talked about waiting for the Genesis haul update from Hole.
And I’ve been waiting half the evening for my husband to finally text or call. It’s unlike him to go so many hours without contacting me and I chalked it up to knowing how hectic tonight would be. And it’s way more hectic than they thought it’d be. New Year’s Eve at his busy club. The police there watching for the potential heist. But now that he has called and I haven’t answered, it’s just a matter of time before he figures out that there was a second heist that already happened and that something is wrong and finds out where I am.
He’ll look for me. He’ll use his spy app on his phone to peek in on this room and see me sitting here with a gun being waved at me. He’ll either mobilize Abe who is probably still downstairs, call the cops, or come home himself.
My husband’s stalkery tendencies will actually pay off tonight in terms of saving me.
And saving him. I hope.
Because by the way Guy has behaved tonight I believe for sure he would hurt Killian if he got the chance. He hates him for some reason. I have no idea why. But it’s not just disliking his rich boss. This is personal.
My phone rings again. Guy is on his phone so ignores it and Heidi gets more jittery. It’s Killian calling again.
All I can think is please spy on me. And I’m so grateful he hasn’t taken those cameras out.
Guy passes her the gun.
“Watch her. Keep it pointed at her. Do not hesitate to shoot her if she gets out of line. I need to take a piss and make another call.”
Heidi takes the gun, rises, pointing it at me as Guy goes into the powder room. She doesn’t look uncomfortable with it.
I shrink back into the couch cushions, but I’m thinking that now would be the time for me to do something. Something outside my comfort zone. Way outside of it.