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But I did everything I could to help.
Maryse was back in her hotel room by the time I got back to the hotel. Since she’d already learned some of the truth about me, I decided to tell her about all of it—my friendship with her mother, my promise to her mother to see that she was taken care of, my funding the scholarship that paid her tuition, my sending Hank away because I thought he would ruin her life, my making her pay Hank’s bills to test her character—when I let it all out, it made sense in a logical sort of way, but it was cold and mean in a human sort of way.
I’ve never felt so low.
I had promised to take care of a wonderful woman’s daughter and instead, I’d made her a target before she ever hit her thirtieth birthday.
Despite the shitstorm I’d caused, Maryse understood my flawed reasoning and forgave me. But she still wasn’t happy with me, and honestly, her forgiveness made me feel even worse. I didn’t deserve it. Not with the mess I’d made of everything.
Intentions only went so far when you’d gotten good people marked for murder.
Wherein Helena is back on patrol
Before my chat with Maryse, I’d completed a very thorough search of the hotel. Every closet, shower, bathtub…under every bed…no one was hiding. The only people in the hotel that night were Maryse, Mildred, and the salesmen who were already registered and had all been accounted for elsewhere at the time of the shooting. It was highly unlikely any of them were involved.
Surprisingly, Luc was in short supply. I’d seen him rushing into the hospital when I left, but I hadn’t seen hide nor hair of him ever since. It was a huge glaring oversight that no one seemed to be talking about, which led me to believe he and Maryse had had some sort of falling-out. Still, I would have thought he could get over whatever pettiness they’d cooked up between them and stay on the job.
But then, maybe I’d been wrong about my assumption that Luc was interested in more than merely helping Maryse out of a bad situation. Lately, I seemed to be nothing BUT wrong.
Since I’d cleared the inside of the hotel, I concentrated my security guard efforts on the outside and started my shark circling routine again. If the threat wasn’t already inside, it would have to come from the outside.
I was on my second round when I realized that I recognized a car parked a couple of buildings down. It belonged to Luc. Because I knew he could see me, I headed down the alley and crept up behind the car to peek inside. Sure enough, Luc was crouched down in the driver’s seat, his gaze firmly fixed on the hotel.
Whatever had happened between him and Maryse, it didn’t appear as if Luc was giving up easily. That made me smile. And I felt better knowing a second set of eyes and a useful pair of hands were close by.
A useful pair of hands that could see and hear ghosts.
Trouble in Mudbug—Chapter Eighteen
Wherein Helena saves the day. Finally
I was pretty sure I walked the soles off the Nikes and was absolutely certain that despite the fact that I was dead, my legs would be sore for days. But I trudged on and made what had to be my hundredth trip around the hotel. It had been a long night, with nothing but the occasional spooked alley cat for distraction, and I was beyond bored and tired. Surely, if someone were going to come after Maryse, they would have done so by now.
I rounded the side of the hotel where Maryse’s room was located and froze. A man was climbing a ladder placed directly below Maryse’s room.
I ran into the hotel and upstairs to Maryse’s room. I whispered to her, trying to wake her quietly so that the intruder didn’t hear her leaving. Maryse was in a dead sleep when I entered the room, but she caught on to the danger quickly. She rolled out of the bed, crawled to the door, and sneaked into the hallway.
The sound of glass breaking ripped through the night air and I yelled at her to run. She stumbled
Maryse was back in her hotel room by the time I got back to the hotel. Since she’d already learned some of the truth about me, I decided to tell her about all of it—my friendship with her mother, my promise to her mother to see that she was taken care of, my funding the scholarship that paid her tuition, my sending Hank away because I thought he would ruin her life, my making her pay Hank’s bills to test her character—when I let it all out, it made sense in a logical sort of way, but it was cold and mean in a human sort of way.
I’ve never felt so low.
I had promised to take care of a wonderful woman’s daughter and instead, I’d made her a target before she ever hit her thirtieth birthday.
Despite the shitstorm I’d caused, Maryse understood my flawed reasoning and forgave me. But she still wasn’t happy with me, and honestly, her forgiveness made me feel even worse. I didn’t deserve it. Not with the mess I’d made of everything.
Intentions only went so far when you’d gotten good people marked for murder.
Wherein Helena is back on patrol
Before my chat with Maryse, I’d completed a very thorough search of the hotel. Every closet, shower, bathtub…under every bed…no one was hiding. The only people in the hotel that night were Maryse, Mildred, and the salesmen who were already registered and had all been accounted for elsewhere at the time of the shooting. It was highly unlikely any of them were involved.
Surprisingly, Luc was in short supply. I’d seen him rushing into the hospital when I left, but I hadn’t seen hide nor hair of him ever since. It was a huge glaring oversight that no one seemed to be talking about, which led me to believe he and Maryse had had some sort of falling-out. Still, I would have thought he could get over whatever pettiness they’d cooked up between them and stay on the job.
But then, maybe I’d been wrong about my assumption that Luc was interested in more than merely helping Maryse out of a bad situation. Lately, I seemed to be nothing BUT wrong.
Since I’d cleared the inside of the hotel, I concentrated my security guard efforts on the outside and started my shark circling routine again. If the threat wasn’t already inside, it would have to come from the outside.
I was on my second round when I realized that I recognized a car parked a couple of buildings down. It belonged to Luc. Because I knew he could see me, I headed down the alley and crept up behind the car to peek inside. Sure enough, Luc was crouched down in the driver’s seat, his gaze firmly fixed on the hotel.
Whatever had happened between him and Maryse, it didn’t appear as if Luc was giving up easily. That made me smile. And I felt better knowing a second set of eyes and a useful pair of hands were close by.
A useful pair of hands that could see and hear ghosts.
Trouble in Mudbug—Chapter Eighteen
Wherein Helena saves the day. Finally
I was pretty sure I walked the soles off the Nikes and was absolutely certain that despite the fact that I was dead, my legs would be sore for days. But I trudged on and made what had to be my hundredth trip around the hotel. It had been a long night, with nothing but the occasional spooked alley cat for distraction, and I was beyond bored and tired. Surely, if someone were going to come after Maryse, they would have done so by now.
I rounded the side of the hotel where Maryse’s room was located and froze. A man was climbing a ladder placed directly below Maryse’s room.
I ran into the hotel and upstairs to Maryse’s room. I whispered to her, trying to wake her quietly so that the intruder didn’t hear her leaving. Maryse was in a dead sleep when I entered the room, but she caught on to the danger quickly. She rolled out of the bed, crawled to the door, and sneaked into the hallway.
The sound of glass breaking ripped through the night air and I yelled at her to run. She stumbled
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