Miller had hoped that sending me to visit Robert would allow John the perfect opportunity to corner me, and when he did, the officers keeping an eye on me would be ready to take him out. But unless John had been hiding, he hadn’t shown. I wondered where he was and what he was planning next. Cade would be here soon. I was running out of time.
I returned to James’ house, and no one was there. I figured they were all still at the police station, ironing out Grace’s story. It was hard to know which story offered the truth in its entirety or whether none of them did, but I believed what happened that night came down to two scared kids who thought they were doing what had to be done. I hoped the police would see it that way too.
My phone rang. It was James.
“I just received a security alert on the guesthouse,” he said. “Where are you?”
“I just got back to your place. What kind of an alert?”
“It happens when the alarm goes off and isn’t reset. I was hoping you’d forgotten to reset it after you went inside.”
“I just got out of the car. I haven’t made it to the guesthouse yet.”
“Where are the police officers assigned to you?”
“They just parked,” I said. “They’re heading over to me now to check on the house before I go in.”
“Good. Let me know if they find anything.”
I ended the call and spoke to the officers about the possible security breach. They readied their weapons and opened the door to the guesthouse, telling me to wait outside until they returned. For the next few minutes, all was quiet, and then the officers emerged, this time with their weapons holstered.
“I don’t know what to say,” one officer said. “It’s all clear. Must have been a false alarm.”
“All right,” I said. “Thanks for checking.”
“We’re going to secure the main house, and then we’ll be in the car if you need anything.”
I nodded, and they walked away.
Even though I’d been given the green light, I hesitated. James’ security system had never been faulty before. I had a hard time believing whatever happened had been a random glitch.
I sent James a text, letting him know it had been secured and reset, and I asked when they expected to return. He responded that they were headed back now.
I walked into the house, tossed my keys into the bowl on the counter, and heard a shattering sound toward the back of the house that sounded like breaking glass. The house alarm triggered again. I ran through the house toward the sound, tripping over something small and hard when I reached the living room. I crashed to the ground, my head smacking against the wood floor. I glanced up, staring at the baseball I’d just tumbled over. My forehead felt hot and sticky. I wiped my hand across it and held it in front of me, staring at my palm. It was bloody, and I wasn’t alone. He was here with me. But where?
I scrambled to my feet, my head swirling as I headed back to the door. Halfway there, a hand grabbed me from behind, yanking me into the bedroom as I passed it. I was hurled onto the bed. The bedroom door smacked shut, and as I struggled to stand, the knife he was holding tore into me, slicing a five-inch gash down the side of my chest.
I reeled back against the wall. Blood spilled down my abdomen. I needed to stop it, but I couldn’t. There wasn’t time.
John charged at me a second time, the knife slashing through the air. I raised my leg, cracking it into his kneecap before he got the opportunity to cut me again. The blow was enough to send him flying backward, but not enough to stop him. He charged me again, shouting, “This doesn’t have to be painful. Stop moving, and this will all be over.”
“Go to hell!” I screamed.
I yanked the side-table drawer open, pulling out the trusted homemade remedy I’d made a few days earlier, and as he swung at me again, I showered his face with pepper spray.
I could hear the two officers running down the hall in our direction.
“Sloane! You in here?” one of them said.
“I’m in the bedroom.”
They reached the door. It was locked. I ran toward it, and John reached for my leg, stopping me. I kicked back, trying to break free, but the grip he had on me was too tight.
“Come through that door and she dies!” John yelled.
“Don’t listen to him!” I answered.
I slammed my foot down on his hand, and he yelped in pain. He reached down, wrapping his arm around my neck and whispered, “To thine own self be true. Isn’t that right, Sloane Monroe?” and as the dagger slashed toward my chest, I drove my knee into his groin. I tried to stand but fell back onto the bed. I was weak and had lost too much blood.
Outside of the bedroom window, a large figure loomed. Noel raised his gun, gave me a slight nod, and then fired. The bullet tore through the window, piercing the side of John’s neck. He flopped backward onto the ground, dropped the knife, and wrapped both hands around his wound as if he believed he could save himself. But it was far too late for that.
As the two officers broke down the door, I crawled over to John and grabbed his chin, looking him in the eye as he drew his final breath. I said, “Thou art unfit for any place but hell.”
I opened my eyes to the familiar surroundings of the hospital, only this time Cade was hovering over me.
“I’m glad you’re here,” I said.
He wrapped my hands inside his. “I’m glad you’re alive.”
“It’s over now. He’s dead.”
“I heard. Looks like you’ll have a few scars from your ordeal earlier today.”
I smiled. “I’ll just add them to my growing collection.”
There was a knock on the hospital room door. We looked over. Robert Falstaff peeked in and said, “Hi there, can I come in?”
I nodded.
“I’ve just spoken with the police,” he said. “They filled me in on what happened to you. I’m glad you’re all right.”
“I’m sorry I was so forward when I saw you yesterday,” I said. “If I would have known what would happen, I would not have been so bold.”
“It’s all good. I’m feeling much better now.”
“I’m also sorry about your son. No matter what John did, he was still your child.”
I glanced at Cade, who had just put together whom I was talking to. He moved closer to me, standing so close he was like a human shield.
I squeezed his hand. “Cade, it’s okay.”
Cade stared at Robert. “I know it is,” which was his way of letting us both know he wasn’t budging.
“I wondered if I could talk to you for a minute,” Robert said.
“Sure,” I said. “What’s on your mind?”
“I wanted to tell you something I should have before. It’s something I should have dealt with a long time ago and didn’t. Maybe if I had, my son wouldn’t have turned out the way he did. Maybe he would have had a chance.”
“Okay.”
“When he was young, his mum had been stepping out on me, you see, with my brother. At some point, John must have found out about it, but he never said anything to me. I’m not sure why. Maybe he was trying to spare my feelings. What I do know is that my wife had planned on leaving us and running off with my brother. John must have overheard them talking about it, and it upset him.”
At such a young age, he was about to be abandoned by a person who was supposed to love him. I couldn’t imagine what he must have felt.
“One morning, my brother and I went for a hike,” Robert said. “We took John. At a point during the hike, my brother got his camera out to take a photo. He got too close to the edge and slipped over the side. I ran to help him, but John got there first. He leaned toward my brother and told him he hated him and that he wouldn’t let him ruin his life or his family. Then John did something I didn’t expect—he kicked his uncle in the face. My brother lost what little grip he had, and I stood there, watching my brother fall to his death, knowing my son had killed him.”
“What did you do?” I asked.
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“I knew then something was off about John, but I think I’d always known. I just hadn’t wanted to accept it. I could have told the police what really happened, but I didn’t. I said my brother fell over the side, and that was the end of it. When my wife found out what happened, she killed herself. John was devastated. I thought eventually he’d be okay, but he was never okay after that. Some people might say his actions aren’t my fault, but in a way, they have always been. And I just thought it was time to tell the truth. Probably sounds crazy, but it’s what he would have wanted.”
“Did you ever talk to John about what happened?”
“I didn’t. It’s one of my biggest regrets. Anyway, I just wanted you to know.”
He nodded and walked out of the room.
“Do you think if he would have told the police what really happened back then, John would have turned out differently?” Cade asked.
I shrugged. “It’s hard to say.”
Noel, James, Victoria, and Grace entered the room. Grace was carrying a giant stuffed koala in her hands that had balloons attached to it. She ran to the bed and threw her arms around me.
“I picked the koala out myself,” she said. “I hope you like it.”
“I love it,” I said.
James held a hand out to Cade, and they shook.
“You must be the husband,” he said. “It’s good to meet you.”
“You too,” Cade said.
“How are you feeling?” Victoria asked.
“A bit beaten up, but otherwise all right.”
While the men talked, she bent down and whispered, “I talked to James.”
I smiled. “And?”
“The feeling’s mutual.”
“I’m glad.”
Noel walked over and patted me on the head. “Glad you’re going to be okay.”
“Thanks,” I said, “for saving my life.”
He winked. “Oh, I don’t know about that. The man was far worse off than you were when I saw him. I just made sure he stayed that way.”
James looked at Cade and said, “We’d love for you two to stay longer. I’d be happy to be your tour guide for a few days.”
Cade looked at me. “What do you think?”
I sat up, pondering the idea. “I’d like to take you up on that sometime, but for now, it’s time for me to go home.”
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Thank you for reading Smoke & Mirrors, Sloane Monroe book 8, and for heading Down Under with Sloane as she searched for the mysterious man responsible for the death of Senator James Ashby’s sister. I hope you loved reading the story as much as I loved writing it and that it had you turning pages from beginning to end. I particularly enjoyed bringing my love of Shakespeare to the pages of this story. Be sure to follow my Facebook author page or my newsletter to find out the release date for the next book in the series, coming 2020, and check out the Pinterest page for Smoke & Mirrors to get a visual of some of the inspiration I drew from as I wrote this book.
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