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Authors: Evelyn Glass
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I’ll go through every day and every night for the rest of my very miserable life.”
Eve’s overwhelmed brain kicked into motion. She thought frantically about something, anything , she could say that would make him see reason, but she couldn’t find anything. This wasn’t a man capable of reason. This was a crazed man, and for all of the surreal experiences she had been having of late, she didn’t know how to deal with a crazed person.
“You’re a psychopath,” was all she could come up with, and she regretted it as soon as the words left her lips. That’s right, Eve, she commiserated. Insult him. Piss him off.
But Gary appeared unfazed. “You’ve made me one, my dear,” he said.
He made a quick call on his cell phone, and a few minutes later the door opened and two men stepped in. One of them was Vincent. He was holding a baseball bat in his hands.
Panicked, Eve began to struggle against her bonds. “LET ME GO!” she cried in a shrill voice that she hardly recognized as her own. “YOU CAN’T DO THIS! LET ME GO!”
“Oh, but I can,” Gary said, grinning sickeningly. “I can do this and I will.”
Eve was just about to vomit from the terror when familiar, explosive sounds came to her ears. Everyone in the room froze.
“What the fuck is that?” the man who had come in with Vincent said, looking around as if the answer might be written on the walls.
“Go check it out,” Vincent barked at him, and the man hurried from the room.
Vincent went to the window and peered outside. When he turned back, there was a grimace on his face. “It’s the Diamondbacks.”
Relief hit Eve like a brick wall. Her head began to swim as the tension and adrenaline slowly ebbed away from her body.
The next happenings were a blur. Shots were fired in the distance. There was a cracking sound as the word exploded and collapsed within himself. Shapes filled the room, storming in. Voices, cries, shouts. Her name, somewhere in there. Was Lind with them? She couldn’t tell. No one had a face; they were dark, blurry shadows and disembodied voices. She thought she heard gurgling, at some point.
Only later would she learn that it was the sound of Gary Merchant choking on his own blood after Lind had shot him in the throat.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Eve woke a few times, but she would always fall back into a deep, healing slumber. She finally came to one morning in a bedroom filled with early morning sunlight streaming in from the window. She stretched and yawned hugely. She felt sore all over, but otherwise all right. Most of all, she realized as full awareness fully came back to her, she was famished.
She sat up on the bed and looked around. After a few moment’s confusion, she finally recognized the room as the bedroom in Lind’s house. That alone was enough to have her heart start beating a mile a minute. Gingerly, she got out of bed. She was wearing a t-shirt twice her size that fell just above her knees. It smelled like Lind—the Lind she had known. She imagined he would find him in the house if she left the bedroom, and she wondered who it was that she would find—the Lind she had known and fallen in love with, or the unpleasant jerk she had encountered at the Diamondbacks’ headquarters.
There was only a way to find out. It was time to get out of that room. Besides, she could smell bacon.
She padded with barefeet out of the bedroom and then into the kitchen. Lind was sitting at the table nursing a cup of coffee, with a plate filled with scrambled eggs and a few strips of crispy bacon in front of him. In spite of all of her worries, Eve’s stomach grumbled.
Lind looked up when she entered. “You’re up,” he said, getting to his feet. “How are you feeling?”
Eve thought about it. “You know, I’m actually okay,” she said, surprising herself at the realization.
The memories of everything that happened had already
Eve’s overwhelmed brain kicked into motion. She thought frantically about something, anything , she could say that would make him see reason, but she couldn’t find anything. This wasn’t a man capable of reason. This was a crazed man, and for all of the surreal experiences she had been having of late, she didn’t know how to deal with a crazed person.
“You’re a psychopath,” was all she could come up with, and she regretted it as soon as the words left her lips. That’s right, Eve, she commiserated. Insult him. Piss him off.
But Gary appeared unfazed. “You’ve made me one, my dear,” he said.
He made a quick call on his cell phone, and a few minutes later the door opened and two men stepped in. One of them was Vincent. He was holding a baseball bat in his hands.
Panicked, Eve began to struggle against her bonds. “LET ME GO!” she cried in a shrill voice that she hardly recognized as her own. “YOU CAN’T DO THIS! LET ME GO!”
“Oh, but I can,” Gary said, grinning sickeningly. “I can do this and I will.”
Eve was just about to vomit from the terror when familiar, explosive sounds came to her ears. Everyone in the room froze.
“What the fuck is that?” the man who had come in with Vincent said, looking around as if the answer might be written on the walls.
“Go check it out,” Vincent barked at him, and the man hurried from the room.
Vincent went to the window and peered outside. When he turned back, there was a grimace on his face. “It’s the Diamondbacks.”
Relief hit Eve like a brick wall. Her head began to swim as the tension and adrenaline slowly ebbed away from her body.
The next happenings were a blur. Shots were fired in the distance. There was a cracking sound as the word exploded and collapsed within himself. Shapes filled the room, storming in. Voices, cries, shouts. Her name, somewhere in there. Was Lind with them? She couldn’t tell. No one had a face; they were dark, blurry shadows and disembodied voices. She thought she heard gurgling, at some point.
Only later would she learn that it was the sound of Gary Merchant choking on his own blood after Lind had shot him in the throat.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Eve woke a few times, but she would always fall back into a deep, healing slumber. She finally came to one morning in a bedroom filled with early morning sunlight streaming in from the window. She stretched and yawned hugely. She felt sore all over, but otherwise all right. Most of all, she realized as full awareness fully came back to her, she was famished.
She sat up on the bed and looked around. After a few moment’s confusion, she finally recognized the room as the bedroom in Lind’s house. That alone was enough to have her heart start beating a mile a minute. Gingerly, she got out of bed. She was wearing a t-shirt twice her size that fell just above her knees. It smelled like Lind—the Lind she had known. She imagined he would find him in the house if she left the bedroom, and she wondered who it was that she would find—the Lind she had known and fallen in love with, or the unpleasant jerk she had encountered at the Diamondbacks’ headquarters.
There was only a way to find out. It was time to get out of that room. Besides, she could smell bacon.
She padded with barefeet out of the bedroom and then into the kitchen. Lind was sitting at the table nursing a cup of coffee, with a plate filled with scrambled eggs and a few strips of crispy bacon in front of him. In spite of all of her worries, Eve’s stomach grumbled.
Lind looked up when she entered. “You’re up,” he said, getting to his feet. “How are you feeling?”
Eve thought about it. “You know, I’m actually okay,” she said, surprising herself at the realization.
The memories of everything that happened had already
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