I shot the wrong man. I thought I could get revenge for Mom’s death but… I don’t know how I…

I screw up my face as the pain becomes too real to cope with.

I try my hardest to be brave, but I just never seem to get it right. I clutch the white card tight in my hand as I sit on the floor near the window in the dark, desperately hoping my love returns to me. I read the card for the millionth time.

Downtown City Jewelers

Engagement Ring Specialist

I smile as I get a vision of him on bended knee, proposing. What a fairy tale it would be. How badly I wish that dream had come true.

It wasn’t our reality and I knew that all along.

Maybe I don’t deserve happiness.

People with families like mine don’t get happy endings.

I stare out at the city below. Where are you now, Stace?

I watch the people bustle along on the street below. This place never seems to go to sleep. It’s after 1am.

Where is he?

I frown as my eyes fix on two men on the street. They aren’t acting like everyone else. They keep stopping, looking at the people around them. I sit closer to the window and really concentrate

Is that…?

I sit back. Stop it, your imagining things now. My eyes stay glued to the two men and as they come under a street light, my worst nightmare becomes my reality.

It’s Stucco and one of the men from the ship.

I scurry back from the window as my heart begins to hammer. They found us. Oh my God.

I go back and stand behind the curtain and watch them. They seem to be looking around and talking and then pointing and discussing something. They obviously don’t know which hotel we are staying at, and in slow motion, I watch them turn the corner and walk towards town… where Stace is.

Oh no.

I run to my phone and dial his number frantically.

Pick up. Pick up. Please pick up.

No answer.

Shit.

I throw the phone onto the bed in frustration and it bounces onto the floor.

What do I do? I begin to pace back and forth. It’s only a matter of time until they find us. Stace will be sitting in a bar somewhere and they will find him. He will be unprepared and have no defense.

Fuck. Why didn’t I just ask him if he took the diamonds? “Why do I have to be such a fucking idiot?” I cry out loud.

For twenty minutes I pace as I try to figure out what to do. I need to find him. I have no choice but to find him. I run to the wardrobe and put on my wig, a dress, and some fake glasses. I grab my phone, our passports, and find the gun and put it all in my handbag. I walk out of our room and into the elevator. I push the button with my heart hammering hard in my chest. I scroll through my phone to try and find a map satellite. I have no idea where I am going. I look through the apps and I find one.

Find My Phone.

Huh? What’s this? Stace must have put it on my phone unless it came with it. I click through and it seems to be some kind of tracking device. Hang on, I wonder if he put it on his phone, too? I quickly type in Stace’s number and watch the screen. Low and behold, like magic, a little red dot lights up the screen.

Yes!

Tags: T.L. Swan Crime
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