Ben shakes his head. “We don’t think that—she’s dead.” He raises an eyebrow at Cameron and the room snickers at Cameron’s stupid
comment.
“Oh right,” Cameron answers, embarrassed.
“But we don’t know who murdered her and if someone else is under investigation maybe they are throwing off the scent by setting Joshua up?” He shrugs. “It’s a long shot, but we are clutching at anything.”
“We are also currently screening security footage of one of Adrian’s ex-boyfriends, Ross,” Ben adds.
I frown, huh? What the hell? I didn’t know this.
“Joshua and he hated each other so we are just going through old vision of his house to try and piece together any more information available. He mentioned in passing conversation the attempted hit on Joshua but there was no way he could have known that. I want to know how he does.”
Chapter 24
Natasha
I pace backwards and forwards in my room as I try to work out who has me captive and what the motive is. It’s been twenty-four hours and nothing has been said to me other than don’t make Carl angry or he will hurt me. They gave me a blood transfusion.
Why? Why are they keeping me alive? They must be going to ask for money but according to the television reports Joshua is still in hospital. Maybe Adrian is organising the money? I have seen Cameron on television at the hospital, and he looks frantic. It’s seriously not worth having money to go through this. I hear the key in the door and I stand back in fear over near the bathroom door.
The young man puts his head around the door and gives me a stifled smile and then picks the tray up off the ground and brings it in. “Lunchtime,” he says gently.
I stand still watching him. What the hell is he doing here? He’s a nice guy, I can tell.
“Can I look at your arm please?” he asks.
I swallow my fear and walk over to him and he unwraps the bandage slowly.
“Are you a doctor?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “I’m a student doctor,” he replies.
“Did I have a blood transfusion?” I ask.
He nods with his head down, unable to make eye contact with me, and produces something from his pocket. “I have some antibiotics. You need to take some tablets so that you don’t get an infection.
My eyes search his. “Is your job here to keep me alive?” I ask.
He swallows nervously.
“Because they cut my main artery. I could have died,” I whisper.
He frowns as he wraps my arm back up. “I know and I’m sorry. I don’t know why they did that, but it’s my blood we gave you. You don’t need to worry.”
“Do you know who I am?” I whisper.
He keeps his head down and turns to attend to my food. “Yes,” he murmurs.
“Can you help me?” I whisper.
His eyes flick to the window and he looks at something above the windowsill. I frown. Fuck, I’m being filmed. I nod softly to acknowledge what he has just told me. Ok. Shit.
He takes the lid off my meal and with shaky hands gets out some salt and pepper.
“Can I get you anything else?” he asks softly.
“Diet coke,” I ask hopefully.