“Kurt!”
“What? Dylan has cuss muffs now.”
I about died laughing, holding my sides. “Oh, geez. I needed that.”
Having a little laughter elevated my mood. “I think I’m hungry now. And then…I think I want you to fuck this pussy.”
“Watch yourself, Ms. Wade. If I didn’t think you needed to eat, I would be spreading you across the bed and tasting you.”
Oh, my. I wanted to feel Kurt inside me and forget about everything. “I’ll take that option.”
He dragged his nose along mine. “I think waiting will make it that much sweeter. I don’t want you feeling sick.”
It was true. If I waited too long to eat, I would start to feel a little ill.
“You’re killing me. Let’s hurry and eat.” Taking Kurt’s arm, I practically dragged him out of the room. I sat in his lap while we fed each other from our little takeout cartons. We were nearly done, which meant it was about to be orgasm time.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
“I’m beginning to hate when people show up at our place. Who is it?” I scooted off to the side so Kurt could get up.
“I don’t know. I left my phone in the bedroom.” Kurt looked through the peep hole before he turned back to me. “It’s Joe.”
Ugh. This was not in the plan.
Kurt opened the door and let Joe in. “Is now a good time?”
“As good as any. Come on in.”
No, it’s a terrible time to show up, I added mentally.
Joe sat down on the couch where he’d sat earlier. He paused momentarily when he saw my shirt before he said, “Steve’s about to call you with an update. He asked that I be here considering I’m managing the security on this end.”
Like magic, Kurt’s phone rang. He jogged back to the bedroom and returned with the phone to his ear. “Okay, let me put you on speakerphone.” Pushing a button, he laid the phone on the table. “Go ahead.”
“Amanda Fisher has been apprehended. She lives about an hour from Jennifer Terrance. It’s her.”
“How do you know?” Kurt asked.
There seemed to be a lot of commotion in the background. “She’s all but admitted to it, saying the voices told her to do it. The same red liquid used in your dressing room was in her house. There’s a shrine. Newspapers with letters cut out. It’s all here. There was a gun, as well.”
A gun. Holy shit. Kurt put both hands on the chair and leaned forward. “What did she mean ‘voices told her to do it’?”
Steve must have closed a door as it got a little quieter on his end of the call. “When I asked about the chat with Jennifer, Amanda started screaming. She said Jennifer was supposed to delete all chats. The voices told her to delete everything.”
This lady was delusional. Voices?
Joe stepped in. “Have you been able to make a copy of her computer?”
“She doesn’t have one of her own. We’re trying to find which one she used. She refuses to talk about it. They had to sedate her when she tried to harm herself.”
“Fuck,” Kurt spat and straightened up. “What’s next?”
“We’re going to keep digging, but she’s in custody. Bail will most likely be denied.”
Thank goodness. We were safe and sound. In some ways, I was glad I’d only had to deal with this for less than twenty-four hours. Kurt’s shoulders dropped slightly. “Good work, Steve. When are you heading back here?”
“When I’ve found all there is to know about this woman, her friends, and her family.”