the man was much more dangerous than the speed. The city flew by and Drake didn’t even bother to stop for a red light as we rounded a corner near downtown.
“I don’t have a computer,” I lied. I couldn’t tell him that I was restricted from doing it.
“Stop bullshitting me, Cassidy. You have a damn phone!” He slammed on the brakes, using my first name for the first time. I glanced out the window. I was in over my head. I shouldn’t have gotten in the car. He knew I was lying. There was no way out of this. Even to me, my story was flimsy. I could have searched my own name on my phone and gotten all I needed to know. I couldn’t tell him I was forbidden from doing this without revealing what I was. I was screwed because Drake wanted answers. Answers I couldn’t give.
We had pulled alongside the interstate. I didn’t know exactly where we were. Somewhere in the middle of the city. Buildings loomed to the right of me, the interstate to the left.
“I’m not bullshitting you, Drake,” I said trying to calm the quaver in my voice. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look away from him, up and out of the windshield. I tried to fight him, tried to wrench my face away from his big, strong hand. He was too strong. And when I caught sight of what he was trying show me, I gasped in shock, halting my struggle.
It was me.
A picture of me. Of what was once me. Cassandra Mercier.
My smiling face looked down on the interstate from thirty feet in the air on a billboard.
Fifty thousand dollars reward for information on the whereabouts of one Cassandra Mercier. There I was. I remembered taking that picture.
“Smile, Cassandra.” My mom waved her hand at me from across the table. It was my twenty-first birthday and the last thing I had wanted was a family party. A party full of my mom and her friends and my cousins who were all decades older than me. All I wanted to do was take off my uniform and leave. I had a party to go to. I had things to do.
But, I smiled. I smiled for her. Smiled for what could be between us.
The picture had come out good. Even huge and distorted on the billboard it looked good.
“It was all over the news a year ago, all anyone could talk about. Missing police officer. They keep upping the reward money…but nothing.”
“I didn’t know.” It was the truth. I hadn’t known. I hadn’t even guessed.
“Cassandra Mercier is dead. Murdered.”
“Wait, how do you know this? It says missing?” I gestured to the sign.
“They never found her body, but it was obvious she was killed. Your friend, or whatever she is to you, Ms. Hail, was killed and violently from what I discovered.”
I was murdered.
I stared up at my face in horror. Someone had killed me and from the way Drake was regarding me, he was pretty sure I was involved.
He put the car in reverse and began to pull back out onto the street.
“Where are we going now?” I asked in a whisper.
“To the police station.”
End of Case 1
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“I don’t have a computer,” I lied. I couldn’t tell him that I was restricted from doing it.
“Stop bullshitting me, Cassidy. You have a damn phone!” He slammed on the brakes, using my first name for the first time. I glanced out the window. I was in over my head. I shouldn’t have gotten in the car. He knew I was lying. There was no way out of this. Even to me, my story was flimsy. I could have searched my own name on my phone and gotten all I needed to know. I couldn’t tell him I was forbidden from doing this without revealing what I was. I was screwed because Drake wanted answers. Answers I couldn’t give.
We had pulled alongside the interstate. I didn’t know exactly where we were. Somewhere in the middle of the city. Buildings loomed to the right of me, the interstate to the left.
“I’m not bullshitting you, Drake,” I said trying to calm the quaver in my voice. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look away from him, up and out of the windshield. I tried to fight him, tried to wrench my face away from his big, strong hand. He was too strong. And when I caught sight of what he was trying show me, I gasped in shock, halting my struggle.
It was me.
A picture of me. Of what was once me. Cassandra Mercier.
My smiling face looked down on the interstate from thirty feet in the air on a billboard.
Fifty thousand dollars reward for information on the whereabouts of one Cassandra Mercier. There I was. I remembered taking that picture.
“Smile, Cassandra.” My mom waved her hand at me from across the table. It was my twenty-first birthday and the last thing I had wanted was a family party. A party full of my mom and her friends and my cousins who were all decades older than me. All I wanted to do was take off my uniform and leave. I had a party to go to. I had things to do.
But, I smiled. I smiled for her. Smiled for what could be between us.
The picture had come out good. Even huge and distorted on the billboard it looked good.
“It was all over the news a year ago, all anyone could talk about. Missing police officer. They keep upping the reward money…but nothing.”
“I didn’t know.” It was the truth. I hadn’t known. I hadn’t even guessed.
“Cassandra Mercier is dead. Murdered.”
“Wait, how do you know this? It says missing?” I gestured to the sign.
“They never found her body, but it was obvious she was killed. Your friend, or whatever she is to you, Ms. Hail, was killed and violently from what I discovered.”
I was murdered.
I stared up at my face in horror. Someone had killed me and from the way Drake was regarding me, he was pretty sure I was involved.
He put the car in reverse and began to pull back out onto the street.
“Where are we going now?” I asked in a whisper.
“To the police station.”
End of Case 1
Thank you for taking the time to read CHEAT.
All reviews are appreciated.
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