Read Online Romantic Thriller: Only Time Will Tell – A Romantic Suspense and Romantic Mystery Book: (Thriller Romance, Suspense, Mystery Romance, Suspense Romance) by James Kipling - Free Book Online
Authors: James Kipling
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the driving and when they arrived the SWAT team and several other police cars were already on the scene.
Chelsea felt numb with fear not knowing what they would find. From the parking lot she could see her apartment was open and Pierce was coming out, holding an evidence bag. He came downstairs where, too weak to go up the stairs, she was still seated in the car.
“Can you tell me what is going on here, Chelsea?” His face was grim.
“What is that you’re holding?” She asked.
He showed it to her. Her heart leaped as she recognized her old stuffed teddy bear. She had not seen him for years and she remembered how she used to cuddle with him at night, especially when she was afraid.
“You look like you have seen a ghost,” Dean said.
“What is the significance of this bear?”
“He was my favorite stuffed animal when I was a child. He has been missing from the day of my parents’ murder.” She shivered as she remembered finding her parents’ bloody bodies.
“Who gave this to you?” Pierce asked, perhaps a little too harshly.
Searching her memory, she recalled that her teddy had not been a gift from either of her parents. Her teddy had come with a bouquet of flowers on her fifth birthday.
“Isaac Welsh. He is my uncle.”
Pierce nodded and he clenched his jaw. “I need you to follow me upstairs.”
Hesitantly, she got out of the car and slowly followed him up the stairs, fearing what she would find. On entering the apartment she gasped at the sight of the body stretched out on the carpet and with blood everywhere. It reminded her of her parents’ bodies and she felt like throwing up.
“Do you know who it is?”
She could only nod her head.
“And what about the message on the wall, does it mean anything?” He asked as he led her into the dining room.
The message on the formerly blank wall read: Blood is thicker than water . It was written in blood.
She nearly collapsed and leaned heavily on Pierce. Her mind was in a mad whir. What exactly was happening here? Who had done this? Why would they kill a man and leave him in her apartment?
Noticing her condition, Pierce took charge.
“Chelsea, we are taking you back to the station immediately.” He said.
“As a cop or as a suspect?”
“As a suspect, until we get to the bottom of this.”
“But Pierce, you know I would never do something like this. You have known me for six years.”
“Chelsea there is something else going on here. A murder took place in your apartment. We need to do this by the books, and maybe after that we can discuss anything else. Plus it is for your own safety.”
With a deep sigh, she agreed and went downstairs willingly with him.
Chapter Nine
The sorrow which has no vent for tears may make other organs weep. ~ Henry Maudsley
Sitting in the interrogation room where hours before she was questioning Quincy felt very odd. Now she was facing interrogation, only under less hostile conditions. Strange, how quickly things can change.
This was absurd - her being a murder suspect, although she understood the need of her colleagues to process her like anyone else. As she sat there waiting to be questioned something kept tugging at her memory. It had to do with the teddy bear found at the scene and which they had brought along as evidence.
From the night of her parents’ murder, she had difficulty remembering anything to do with her childhood, and most of all that night. Sometimes she would remember fragments but they were shrouded in a kind of mist. But something about the brown teddy bear was coming back.
At that moment Pierce walked into the room. He took the seat on the opposite side of the table.
“Chelsea there are a few questions I am going to ask you and you are going to have to answer honestly.”
“Of course,” she said, folding her arms protectively across her chest.
“You were born to Micah Charles Preston and Eileen Olivia Welsh-Preston on April 22 nd , 1988 is that correct?”
“Yes.”
“And
Chelsea felt numb with fear not knowing what they would find. From the parking lot she could see her apartment was open and Pierce was coming out, holding an evidence bag. He came downstairs where, too weak to go up the stairs, she was still seated in the car.
“Can you tell me what is going on here, Chelsea?” His face was grim.
“What is that you’re holding?” She asked.
He showed it to her. Her heart leaped as she recognized her old stuffed teddy bear. She had not seen him for years and she remembered how she used to cuddle with him at night, especially when she was afraid.
“You look like you have seen a ghost,” Dean said.
“What is the significance of this bear?”
“He was my favorite stuffed animal when I was a child. He has been missing from the day of my parents’ murder.” She shivered as she remembered finding her parents’ bloody bodies.
“Who gave this to you?” Pierce asked, perhaps a little too harshly.
Searching her memory, she recalled that her teddy had not been a gift from either of her parents. Her teddy had come with a bouquet of flowers on her fifth birthday.
“Isaac Welsh. He is my uncle.”
Pierce nodded and he clenched his jaw. “I need you to follow me upstairs.”
Hesitantly, she got out of the car and slowly followed him up the stairs, fearing what she would find. On entering the apartment she gasped at the sight of the body stretched out on the carpet and with blood everywhere. It reminded her of her parents’ bodies and she felt like throwing up.
“Do you know who it is?”
She could only nod her head.
“And what about the message on the wall, does it mean anything?” He asked as he led her into the dining room.
The message on the formerly blank wall read: Blood is thicker than water . It was written in blood.
She nearly collapsed and leaned heavily on Pierce. Her mind was in a mad whir. What exactly was happening here? Who had done this? Why would they kill a man and leave him in her apartment?
Noticing her condition, Pierce took charge.
“Chelsea, we are taking you back to the station immediately.” He said.
“As a cop or as a suspect?”
“As a suspect, until we get to the bottom of this.”
“But Pierce, you know I would never do something like this. You have known me for six years.”
“Chelsea there is something else going on here. A murder took place in your apartment. We need to do this by the books, and maybe after that we can discuss anything else. Plus it is for your own safety.”
With a deep sigh, she agreed and went downstairs willingly with him.
Chapter Nine
The sorrow which has no vent for tears may make other organs weep. ~ Henry Maudsley
Sitting in the interrogation room where hours before she was questioning Quincy felt very odd. Now she was facing interrogation, only under less hostile conditions. Strange, how quickly things can change.
This was absurd - her being a murder suspect, although she understood the need of her colleagues to process her like anyone else. As she sat there waiting to be questioned something kept tugging at her memory. It had to do with the teddy bear found at the scene and which they had brought along as evidence.
From the night of her parents’ murder, she had difficulty remembering anything to do with her childhood, and most of all that night. Sometimes she would remember fragments but they were shrouded in a kind of mist. But something about the brown teddy bear was coming back.
At that moment Pierce walked into the room. He took the seat on the opposite side of the table.
“Chelsea there are a few questions I am going to ask you and you are going to have to answer honestly.”
“Of course,” she said, folding her arms protectively across her chest.
“You were born to Micah Charles Preston and Eileen Olivia Welsh-Preston on April 22 nd , 1988 is that correct?”
“Yes.”
“And
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