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saving my boyfriend’s life too.”
“Sabrina, there is no need for violence,”
Vanessa proclaimed. Sabrina crept down the hallway towards Vanessa.
Sabrina cocked her revolver and grinned
like a wolf. “You and that detective friend of yours ruined a perfectly planned
murder. No one would have ever have figured out I killed Jerry if it hadn't
been for you. ”
“It wasn’t a perfect murder. Pete was
already investigating who might have killed Jerry the moment he arrived on the
scene. Even my cats knew when the group showed up to the picnic something was
afoot,” Vanessa ventured.
Sabrina didn't hear her. “If Frank
hadn't come up with the idea of having the picnic here, you wouldn't have
gotten involved in the investigation. I would have gotten away with it.”
“Murder is never that easy. You wanted
to save your boyfriend but that was the wrong way to go about it.”
Sabrina laughed out loud. “How naïve you
are? If you don’t have money, you end up sitting on the list until you die. That’s
how our foundation functioned.”
“That can’t be true. You were worried
about your boyfriend. You wanted to save his life, but I don’t think Jerry intended
for your boyfriend to die waiting for a transplant. Jerry was a good person, he
has always helped people in need.”
Sabrina waved her gun to one side, but
she brought it right back to pointing at Vanessa's chest. “Jerry’s dead now and
you can’t justify his actions to me. Stop trying to rationalize the foundation.”
Henry poked his head around the living
room’s archway. Vanessa glanced over at him and then returned her view to
Sabrina.
Vanessa stared at her. “Just turn yourself
into the police. If your boyfriend lives, and you kill me, you will end up
behind bars the rest of your life.”
“I
know he only has a few months to live without a transplant,” Sabrina went on. “I
have seen his charts. I have been through it many times before as a nurse in
intensive care. I know when a patient has hope and when they don’t. I don’t
care what happens to me now. At least, I will have the satisfaction of killing
you.”
“Freeze, Sabrina, don’t make another
move,” A male voice thundered through the house, and Vanessa and Sabrina spun
around to find Pete Wheeler standing in the doorway with his .45-caliber
semi-automatic in his hand. “You're under arrest, Sabrina. Put down the weapon
and get down on the ground with your hands behind your head.”
Sabrina bared her gritted teeth and
sprang into a crouch. Gunshots exploded through the house. The first shot sunk through
the doorframe next to Vanessa's head and she dropped to the ground. Sabrina
swung around and fired at Pete. He ducked behind the front door just as
Sabrina's second bullet splintered the wood. Sabrina fired twice more, and the
bullets shattered the wooden door panels.
Vanessa covered her head with her arms.
Blue gun smoke filled the room and burned her throat and eyes. How could she
help Pete without a weapon? In the background, the frightened yowls of cats
reached her ears. She had to save her precious cats from this mayhem.
She looked up to see Henry race across
her field of view. Was he running away from danger or into it? She had to catch
him and carry him away before anything happened to him. What would she ever do
without Henry? Then she remembered Pete facing a hail of bullets on the other
side of that door. She had to find a way to save Pete—but how? Should she help
him or Henry first?
Before she could decide what to do,
Henry darted into the room and skidded on the hall carpet. It bunched into an
accordion under his feet. At the same moment, AngelPie slithered out of the
kitchen. She pushed her way behind the potted azalea in the hall and knocked it
over. It hit the floor, and the pot shattered into a million ceramic shards.
Soil and dead leaves scattered across the floor and distracted Sabrina.
Sabrina turned around to see what made
the
“Sabrina, there is no need for violence,”
Vanessa proclaimed. Sabrina crept down the hallway towards Vanessa.
Sabrina cocked her revolver and grinned
like a wolf. “You and that detective friend of yours ruined a perfectly planned
murder. No one would have ever have figured out I killed Jerry if it hadn't
been for you. ”
“It wasn’t a perfect murder. Pete was
already investigating who might have killed Jerry the moment he arrived on the
scene. Even my cats knew when the group showed up to the picnic something was
afoot,” Vanessa ventured.
Sabrina didn't hear her. “If Frank
hadn't come up with the idea of having the picnic here, you wouldn't have
gotten involved in the investigation. I would have gotten away with it.”
“Murder is never that easy. You wanted
to save your boyfriend but that was the wrong way to go about it.”
Sabrina laughed out loud. “How naïve you
are? If you don’t have money, you end up sitting on the list until you die. That’s
how our foundation functioned.”
“That can’t be true. You were worried
about your boyfriend. You wanted to save his life, but I don’t think Jerry intended
for your boyfriend to die waiting for a transplant. Jerry was a good person, he
has always helped people in need.”
Sabrina waved her gun to one side, but
she brought it right back to pointing at Vanessa's chest. “Jerry’s dead now and
you can’t justify his actions to me. Stop trying to rationalize the foundation.”
Henry poked his head around the living
room’s archway. Vanessa glanced over at him and then returned her view to
Sabrina.
Vanessa stared at her. “Just turn yourself
into the police. If your boyfriend lives, and you kill me, you will end up
behind bars the rest of your life.”
“I
know he only has a few months to live without a transplant,” Sabrina went on. “I
have seen his charts. I have been through it many times before as a nurse in
intensive care. I know when a patient has hope and when they don’t. I don’t
care what happens to me now. At least, I will have the satisfaction of killing
you.”
“Freeze, Sabrina, don’t make another
move,” A male voice thundered through the house, and Vanessa and Sabrina spun
around to find Pete Wheeler standing in the doorway with his .45-caliber
semi-automatic in his hand. “You're under arrest, Sabrina. Put down the weapon
and get down on the ground with your hands behind your head.”
Sabrina bared her gritted teeth and
sprang into a crouch. Gunshots exploded through the house. The first shot sunk through
the doorframe next to Vanessa's head and she dropped to the ground. Sabrina
swung around and fired at Pete. He ducked behind the front door just as
Sabrina's second bullet splintered the wood. Sabrina fired twice more, and the
bullets shattered the wooden door panels.
Vanessa covered her head with her arms.
Blue gun smoke filled the room and burned her throat and eyes. How could she
help Pete without a weapon? In the background, the frightened yowls of cats
reached her ears. She had to save her precious cats from this mayhem.
She looked up to see Henry race across
her field of view. Was he running away from danger or into it? She had to catch
him and carry him away before anything happened to him. What would she ever do
without Henry? Then she remembered Pete facing a hail of bullets on the other
side of that door. She had to find a way to save Pete—but how? Should she help
him or Henry first?
Before she could decide what to do,
Henry darted into the room and skidded on the hall carpet. It bunched into an
accordion under his feet. At the same moment, AngelPie slithered out of the
kitchen. She pushed her way behind the potted azalea in the hall and knocked it
over. It hit the floor, and the pot shattered into a million ceramic shards.
Soil and dead leaves scattered across the floor and distracted Sabrina.
Sabrina turned around to see what made
the
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