hey, you can’t win them all. It was my first time in your home. Sadly, she had to go missing.
Before I left I was able to go through the house and found many interesting things. Including the vehicles. Did you know one of my many odd jobs before I found my calling was at a mechanics shop? No? Well, it was. You learn a lot of fun things you can do to a vehicle and no one will know you tampered with it, if the damage is great enough.
Yes, I knew you might have decided to go with your parents that day, but I took a chance and it paid off. It was just them, a busy street and a horrific crash. My only regret was that I wasn’t there to see it. At least, there were enough pictures.
Take care, Anthony. I’m closer than you think.
Jeremy
Anthony sat down hard on the bed. Jeremy had killed his parents. All this time they thought it was an accident. Looking up at Evie, he saw the tears streaming down her face. He didn’t know what to do or think. The anger built inside of him. He quickly stood up and strode out of the room and down the stairs. Finding the butler, he started asking question after question about the person he let in. Jeremy must have been watching because he’d appeared in the same clothes as Anthony, which was why they let him in. He looked and was dressed the same.
They needed to call the constable, but he was sickened by everything. He went into the study and opened the liquor cabinet. Belting back the first one, he let the warmth seep through him. Now there were three more murders to add to the list.
~*~
Jeremy was out of the country before Anthony discovered the letter. He couldn’t believe how well things were working out. He wished he could’ve seen Anthony’s face when he realized that his parents were murdered. At the time, he didn’t think Lexi surviving and telling everyone about him was a good thing, but now that he didn’t have to hide he could torment Anthony more. The game had taken a turn and he was enjoying it.
– CHAPTER TEN –
Evie stood at the door to the study and watched Anthony staring down at the fire. The pain she felt for his loss was almost unbearable. If something like that had happened to her she knew how it would affect her. It had been a few, long hours while the police talked to everyone about Jeremy being there and the letter he’d left.
“Don’t just stand there, come on in.” He didn’t turn to look away from the fire when she entered the room.
“I wasn’t sure if you wanted to be alone.”
“I’ve been alone for so long it seems. Would you like a drink?”
“Sure.” Maybe getting drunk would be a good idea. Maybe they could forget about everything for a little bit.
Watching him walk to the bar to pour her a drink, she could tell by the tension in his body he was wound tight and seriously pissed off. He poured them both a drink, tipped his glass to her and they knocked it back. Slamming the glass back onto the bar, Evie enjoyed the warmth seeping through her from the inside out.
“Come, let’s sit by the fire.” He grabbed the bottle and their glasses. He was quiet for a while as they stared into the flames.
“You know, I really had great parents. They were always there for me. Always encouraging me to try new things. I traveled the world with them as I was growing up. Later I traveled it on my own, but I always knew where home was; where
they
were.”
“How was it growing up in different countries?”
He shrugged. “It’s all I knew. I thought it was pretty great. The younger I was, the more I was confused by the different cultures. I was always getting things confused, or trying to explain to the other children what I was talking about.”
“So you spent most of your time in the U. S. and UK right?”
“During the school years, yes. But when I was on holiday, we were all over the place. That is how I was able to learn so many languages.”
The thought of him talking to her in a language she knew nothing about was a turn on.
Before I left I was able to go through the house and found many interesting things. Including the vehicles. Did you know one of my many odd jobs before I found my calling was at a mechanics shop? No? Well, it was. You learn a lot of fun things you can do to a vehicle and no one will know you tampered with it, if the damage is great enough.
Yes, I knew you might have decided to go with your parents that day, but I took a chance and it paid off. It was just them, a busy street and a horrific crash. My only regret was that I wasn’t there to see it. At least, there were enough pictures.
Take care, Anthony. I’m closer than you think.
Jeremy
Anthony sat down hard on the bed. Jeremy had killed his parents. All this time they thought it was an accident. Looking up at Evie, he saw the tears streaming down her face. He didn’t know what to do or think. The anger built inside of him. He quickly stood up and strode out of the room and down the stairs. Finding the butler, he started asking question after question about the person he let in. Jeremy must have been watching because he’d appeared in the same clothes as Anthony, which was why they let him in. He looked and was dressed the same.
They needed to call the constable, but he was sickened by everything. He went into the study and opened the liquor cabinet. Belting back the first one, he let the warmth seep through him. Now there were three more murders to add to the list.
~*~
Jeremy was out of the country before Anthony discovered the letter. He couldn’t believe how well things were working out. He wished he could’ve seen Anthony’s face when he realized that his parents were murdered. At the time, he didn’t think Lexi surviving and telling everyone about him was a good thing, but now that he didn’t have to hide he could torment Anthony more. The game had taken a turn and he was enjoying it.
– CHAPTER TEN –
Evie stood at the door to the study and watched Anthony staring down at the fire. The pain she felt for his loss was almost unbearable. If something like that had happened to her she knew how it would affect her. It had been a few, long hours while the police talked to everyone about Jeremy being there and the letter he’d left.
“Don’t just stand there, come on in.” He didn’t turn to look away from the fire when she entered the room.
“I wasn’t sure if you wanted to be alone.”
“I’ve been alone for so long it seems. Would you like a drink?”
“Sure.” Maybe getting drunk would be a good idea. Maybe they could forget about everything for a little bit.
Watching him walk to the bar to pour her a drink, she could tell by the tension in his body he was wound tight and seriously pissed off. He poured them both a drink, tipped his glass to her and they knocked it back. Slamming the glass back onto the bar, Evie enjoyed the warmth seeping through her from the inside out.
“Come, let’s sit by the fire.” He grabbed the bottle and their glasses. He was quiet for a while as they stared into the flames.
“You know, I really had great parents. They were always there for me. Always encouraging me to try new things. I traveled the world with them as I was growing up. Later I traveled it on my own, but I always knew where home was; where
they
were.”
“How was it growing up in different countries?”
He shrugged. “It’s all I knew. I thought it was pretty great. The younger I was, the more I was confused by the different cultures. I was always getting things confused, or trying to explain to the other children what I was talking about.”
“So you spent most of your time in the U. S. and UK right?”
“During the school years, yes. But when I was on holiday, we were all over the place. That is how I was able to learn so many languages.”
The thought of him talking to her in a language she knew nothing about was a turn on.
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