know what you’re talking
about.” My face was as straight as an arrow. I’d never played poker, never
gambled really, yet I’d be one hell of a player. I didn’t break. Ever. I’d only taken Theron Olson
after Gunnar had sliced through his chest. I hadn’t planned on taking the
student Delaney slept with, but he turned out to be good bait for both Holston
and his henchman Gunnar. It was too bad that I wasn’t able to take care of
Holston back then, right along with Gunnar.
“I know you took Theron Olson and set the barn on fire. I also know that you
killed the three men in the barn.”
Wrong. Only two. Delaney took care of the third. My face was still, not a single twitch or
blink. I could go like this forever, however it was infuriating to think this
was how Sanchez thought he should build trust.
“I don’t know what you’re talking
about,” I repeated.
“The point that I’m trying to make,
one I’m not doing very well apparently, is that I know what you did, and I’m
not doing anything about it,” Sanchez finally said.
“No evidence.” I shrugged my
shoulders indifferently.
“ Theron Olson paid me a little visit after your picture was splashed across the
newspaper,” he rebutted.
“Oh yeah?” I said coolly, still not moving. Sanchez needed me so I wasn’t going to confess
to anything. Trying to threaten me so I would trust him wasn’t going to work.
“He said it was you that took him.
He recognized your eyes,” he said.
“A lot of women have blue eyes.” I
was beyond aggravated at this point. Sister Josephine was out there in the
hands of some psychopath and needed our help.
“Not like yours.”
“My sister has the same eyes.”
Sanchez cleared his throat and
moved back into his seat. “I told Theron we didn’t
have enough evidence for a criminal charge at the time, but that we would
investigate. He told me not to ? that he didn’t want to press charges because he didn’t want to get involved in the
whole ordeal. He wanted to move past everything, but he said that he just
needed me to know. I think he needed to get it off his chest, to be honest.”
“I don’t see where this is going.
Sister Josephine is out there? ”
“What I’m trying to show you,
although apparently I’m not being clear, is that I’m doing you a favor. I’m not
looking further into it. I don’t care if I can find evidence that corroborates
your guilt. Hell, I don’t want to find it. The whole department needs to move
on and start solving the cases that we have in front of us so we can put a stop
to all this?” Sanchez waved his hands in the air, unable to finish the
sentence. He was trying not to insult me, but I knew that “all this” was
referring to me ? my association with Holston Parker and the events of the last year and half. “Too
many lives have been taken. And I think you can help put a stop to this,”
Sanchez finished.
“I don’t accept favors. I don’t
want to owe anything to anybody,” I replied.
“It’s not yours to accept or
decline. It’s already done.”
I was silent, trying to process how
this conversation was getting us any closer to trusting each other.
“How did you do it? How did you get
out of there so fast?” Sanchez leaned back across the table as his forehead
glistened above his black brows.
“Where?” I
asked, knowing the answer he was looking for. I never would have been able to
get out of the country as fast as I had without Ryan’s help, but I was never
going to give Sanchez his name.
“Who helped you? Who picked you
up?” Sanchez asked as his eyes flashed wide in inquisition and his lips cracked
a hint of smile. “I’ve wanted to know for a year.”
“I can’t tell you that,” I said,
folding my arms across my chest. I would never give up Ryan. Sanchez could torture
me, but I would never utter his name.
“It’s off the record.”
“I know.”
“Damn.” He let out a small sound
that sounded like a laugh, but I wasn’t sure if
about.” My face was as straight as an arrow. I’d never played poker, never
gambled really, yet I’d be one hell of a player. I didn’t break. Ever. I’d only taken Theron Olson
after Gunnar had sliced through his chest. I hadn’t planned on taking the
student Delaney slept with, but he turned out to be good bait for both Holston
and his henchman Gunnar. It was too bad that I wasn’t able to take care of
Holston back then, right along with Gunnar.
“I know you took Theron Olson and set the barn on fire. I also know that you
killed the three men in the barn.”
Wrong. Only two. Delaney took care of the third. My face was still, not a single twitch or
blink. I could go like this forever, however it was infuriating to think this
was how Sanchez thought he should build trust.
“I don’t know what you’re talking
about,” I repeated.
“The point that I’m trying to make,
one I’m not doing very well apparently, is that I know what you did, and I’m
not doing anything about it,” Sanchez finally said.
“No evidence.” I shrugged my
shoulders indifferently.
“ Theron Olson paid me a little visit after your picture was splashed across the
newspaper,” he rebutted.
“Oh yeah?” I said coolly, still not moving. Sanchez needed me so I wasn’t going to confess
to anything. Trying to threaten me so I would trust him wasn’t going to work.
“He said it was you that took him.
He recognized your eyes,” he said.
“A lot of women have blue eyes.” I
was beyond aggravated at this point. Sister Josephine was out there in the
hands of some psychopath and needed our help.
“Not like yours.”
“My sister has the same eyes.”
Sanchez cleared his throat and
moved back into his seat. “I told Theron we didn’t
have enough evidence for a criminal charge at the time, but that we would
investigate. He told me not to ? that he didn’t want to press charges because he didn’t want to get involved in the
whole ordeal. He wanted to move past everything, but he said that he just
needed me to know. I think he needed to get it off his chest, to be honest.”
“I don’t see where this is going.
Sister Josephine is out there? ”
“What I’m trying to show you,
although apparently I’m not being clear, is that I’m doing you a favor. I’m not
looking further into it. I don’t care if I can find evidence that corroborates
your guilt. Hell, I don’t want to find it. The whole department needs to move
on and start solving the cases that we have in front of us so we can put a stop
to all this?” Sanchez waved his hands in the air, unable to finish the
sentence. He was trying not to insult me, but I knew that “all this” was
referring to me ? my association with Holston Parker and the events of the last year and half. “Too
many lives have been taken. And I think you can help put a stop to this,”
Sanchez finished.
“I don’t accept favors. I don’t
want to owe anything to anybody,” I replied.
“It’s not yours to accept or
decline. It’s already done.”
I was silent, trying to process how
this conversation was getting us any closer to trusting each other.
“How did you do it? How did you get
out of there so fast?” Sanchez leaned back across the table as his forehead
glistened above his black brows.
“Where?” I
asked, knowing the answer he was looking for. I never would have been able to
get out of the country as fast as I had without Ryan’s help, but I was never
going to give Sanchez his name.
“Who helped you? Who picked you
up?” Sanchez asked as his eyes flashed wide in inquisition and his lips cracked
a hint of smile. “I’ve wanted to know for a year.”
“I can’t tell you that,” I said,
folding my arms across my chest. I would never give up Ryan. Sanchez could torture
me, but I would never utter his name.
“It’s off the record.”
“I know.”
“Damn.” He let out a small sound
that sounded like a laugh, but I wasn’t sure if
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