comment on the situation.
“What’s going on?” Josh asked. He was younger than Damon, but didn’t have the same bond as Leona and Damon.
Damon finally spoke and when he did, Leona began gasping for air. “They caught a serial killer and he had strands of hair at his house, all blonde. The police think they’re his trophies, his murder victims.”
“But I heard Jake’s name,” she said again, her eyes darting to the TV in hope that the newscaster would repeat what she had been saying.
“Hartford’s fiancée, the one he apparently killed, her name was what again?” he asked.
“Jessica.”
“Jessica Bynes. They have a DNA match on one of the hair strands. It belongs to her which means…”
“Jake didn’t kill her!” she breathed, her head feeling light.
The newscaster’s voice was loud in the living room, “Industrialist Jake Hartford, who recently escaped from prison, was serving a life sentence for the murder of his fiancée, Jessica Bynes. Police have revealed they have found a match for her DNA on the strands of hair found at Justin Lace’s house, indicating that she was one of his murder victims.”
Leona collapsed onto the floor and the last thing she remembered was Damon and Josh diving to catch her.
Chapter Twenty-Five
“Did they let him go?” Leona asked an hour later when she awoke.
“Who?” her mother asked, and Leona burst into tears. She couldn’t tell her mother, not yet. “Please call Damon.”
“He’s out, sweetie. I’ll send in Josh. You rest now, we don’t want you passing out again,” she said and kissed her forehead.
Josh came in the room with a solemn expression on his face. “You know,” Leona said and he nodded, thrusting his hands in his pants’ pockets.
“Yeah. Damon told me after you collapsed at our feet.”
“Did they let him go?” she asked him hopefully and Josh furrowed his eyes.
“It isn’t that simple, Leona. He broke out of prison, these things take time.”
“He’s done four years in prison for nothing. He loved Jessica and the bastards didn’t even let him attend her funeral.”
Josh clutched at her hand fiercely, “Don’t! You need to worry about yourself ,that’s all. You can’t stress yourself out so much, sis. Just relax. We’re here if something comes of it. It’ll be good, but don’t go pinning your hopes on it too much, alright?”
Two weeks later, Jake Hartford’s business partner gave a news conference along with three well-dressed, impressive-looking lawyers in New York. They asked the media to play their part in releasing a man who had been wrongly sentenced for a crime. Leona watched with hope and prayers as the middle-aged man, Jake’s business partner, tried to free his friend.
“I ask that this manhunt be stopped until someone reviews his case again, and bring into account the new developments in Jessica Bynes's murder.”
Leona waited for days in front of the TV, desperate for some news on Jake.
Two weeks later, Jake turned himself in on his lawyers’ advice. The news spread like wildfire through the Davies’s household, however, the fact that he was granted bail twenty-four hours later did not appear on the news. Jake’s lawyers kept everything hushed until the final decision.
Jake’s heart thudded wildly when he picked up his new cellphone and dialed the number he had gotten through a friend. It belonged to the residence of Benson Davies.
After several rings, a man answered and Jake’s voice actually shook with happiness as he cleared his throat to talk, “Hello. I’d like to get the phone number for Leona Davies’s residence.”
“Who is this?” the man asked and Jake inhaled sharply. He didn’t know if Leona would even want to see his face after the way he had let her go, brutally trampling all over her heart.
“I’m a friend. I seem to have lost her number.”
“You can reach her here but she’s actually out at the moment. How about you leave your number and I’ll
“What’s going on?” Josh asked. He was younger than Damon, but didn’t have the same bond as Leona and Damon.
Damon finally spoke and when he did, Leona began gasping for air. “They caught a serial killer and he had strands of hair at his house, all blonde. The police think they’re his trophies, his murder victims.”
“But I heard Jake’s name,” she said again, her eyes darting to the TV in hope that the newscaster would repeat what she had been saying.
“Hartford’s fiancée, the one he apparently killed, her name was what again?” he asked.
“Jessica.”
“Jessica Bynes. They have a DNA match on one of the hair strands. It belongs to her which means…”
“Jake didn’t kill her!” she breathed, her head feeling light.
The newscaster’s voice was loud in the living room, “Industrialist Jake Hartford, who recently escaped from prison, was serving a life sentence for the murder of his fiancée, Jessica Bynes. Police have revealed they have found a match for her DNA on the strands of hair found at Justin Lace’s house, indicating that she was one of his murder victims.”
Leona collapsed onto the floor and the last thing she remembered was Damon and Josh diving to catch her.
Chapter Twenty-Five
“Did they let him go?” Leona asked an hour later when she awoke.
“Who?” her mother asked, and Leona burst into tears. She couldn’t tell her mother, not yet. “Please call Damon.”
“He’s out, sweetie. I’ll send in Josh. You rest now, we don’t want you passing out again,” she said and kissed her forehead.
Josh came in the room with a solemn expression on his face. “You know,” Leona said and he nodded, thrusting his hands in his pants’ pockets.
“Yeah. Damon told me after you collapsed at our feet.”
“Did they let him go?” she asked him hopefully and Josh furrowed his eyes.
“It isn’t that simple, Leona. He broke out of prison, these things take time.”
“He’s done four years in prison for nothing. He loved Jessica and the bastards didn’t even let him attend her funeral.”
Josh clutched at her hand fiercely, “Don’t! You need to worry about yourself ,that’s all. You can’t stress yourself out so much, sis. Just relax. We’re here if something comes of it. It’ll be good, but don’t go pinning your hopes on it too much, alright?”
Two weeks later, Jake Hartford’s business partner gave a news conference along with three well-dressed, impressive-looking lawyers in New York. They asked the media to play their part in releasing a man who had been wrongly sentenced for a crime. Leona watched with hope and prayers as the middle-aged man, Jake’s business partner, tried to free his friend.
“I ask that this manhunt be stopped until someone reviews his case again, and bring into account the new developments in Jessica Bynes's murder.”
Leona waited for days in front of the TV, desperate for some news on Jake.
Two weeks later, Jake turned himself in on his lawyers’ advice. The news spread like wildfire through the Davies’s household, however, the fact that he was granted bail twenty-four hours later did not appear on the news. Jake’s lawyers kept everything hushed until the final decision.
Jake’s heart thudded wildly when he picked up his new cellphone and dialed the number he had gotten through a friend. It belonged to the residence of Benson Davies.
After several rings, a man answered and Jake’s voice actually shook with happiness as he cleared his throat to talk, “Hello. I’d like to get the phone number for Leona Davies’s residence.”
“Who is this?” the man asked and Jake inhaled sharply. He didn’t know if Leona would even want to see his face after the way he had let her go, brutally trampling all over her heart.
“I’m a friend. I seem to have lost her number.”
“You can reach her here but she’s actually out at the moment. How about you leave your number and I’ll
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