Cal looked up, sensing her scrutiny and he tried to smile but just sighed. ‘I’m so sorry, Lou.’ His voice was low and broken, and her heart went out to him. He’d lost his friend, his roommate, his buddy.
‘Look,’ she said, ’why don’t we all go down to the diner on the corner and grab some breakfast. Not that I think it’ll make any of us feel better, but it’s better than waiting here.’
‘Good idea.’ They all looked up at the sound of Sam’s voice. He stood in the doorway, filling it, his green eyes a mask of pain and anger. ‘The surgeon just told me, Isa’s come through the op but she’ll be in post-op for a while yet. I could do with some coffee.’
Zoe, although reluctant to leave, was persuaded by the fact Sam was coming with them and they all went to the diner.
The waitresses, used to dealing with grieving people with the diner being so close to the hospital, moved around them with respect and consideration, bringing them extra food and coffee. Sam sat next to Zoe, his arm around her shoulders. Lou felt slightly awkward, sitting next to Cal, his big presence seemingly smaller now.
Sam was talking to them in a low voice. ‘I don’t care what protection we’ve put in place up to now, it all changes from here. I’m sorry, but now we know anyone is fair game, all of you are in danger, and I’m not risking anyone else’s life. Cal, call Jock and get him to set up around the clock security for Isa, Zoe, and Louisa.’
Lou opened her mouth to protest, but Sam fixed her with a stare. ‘Just until the police catch the guy, Lou,’ he said, ‘Seb – and the rest of us – would never forgive ourselves if anything happened to you.’
Lou shut her mouth. Sam clearly wasn’t in the mood for an argument. Zoe rubbed a hand over her face.
I’ll go along with whatever you think, Sam, but we need to discuss Seb’s funeral too. I don’t want the mourners frisked at the church door.’
‘Of course not,’ Sam’s voice softened, and he massaged her shoulder. ‘I would never let that happen. Will you wait until Isa is out of hospital?’
Zoe nodded. ‘I hope it won’t be too long.’
Sam shrugged. ‘I don’t know yet.’
The waitress brought their food and all four of them picked at it unenthusiastically. Cal sighed after a while and put down his fork.
‘I don’t get this… why kill Seb?’
He looked apologetically at Zoe who winced. ‘Sorry, Zo, but why do that and not kill Isa? Isn’t that what he wants, after all, to kill her? Why let her go?’
‘It’s a sick and twisted fuck we’re dealing with,’ Sam said harshly. ‘He wants to break her completely before he ends this. It’s his way of showing Isa that he holds her life in his hands. Jesus.’ Sam broke off and shook his head, his face gray with exhaustion and grief.
‘I just don’t understand why this is happening,’ Zoe said softly, after a long silence. ’Isa’s the sweetest person; how could she inspire such hatred? Such violence?’
‘Easy,’ Cal said a touch harshly, ‘that face of hers. Zoe, this fucker sees that kind of beauty as a challenge; he had to own it or destroy it.’
‘What gives him the right?’ Zoe’s voice started to rise then, ‘who the hell does he think he is?’
‘Exactly.’ Sam said shortly. ‘Isa may be my wife, but I’m under no illusions that she belongs to me or anyone else but herself. That’s what love is. What this guy has is a deep, violent obsession, and it’s terrifying.’
Louisa shivered at his words and she felt Cal squeeze her hand to comfort her. She smiled gratefully at him. ‘Listen, Cal, Zoe, if you want me to…um…pack things up at Seb’s, I’m more than happy to.’
Zoe nodded. ‘Thank you. That would be a help.’
‘I’ll come with you,’ Cal said, ‘Save all the hassle of the security teams ganging up on you.’
They left Sam and Zoe in the diner and Cal drove Louisa back to his and Seb’s apartment. Louisa was okay until she stepped into Seb’s room, the room where only a few days ago, they had spent the afternoon making love and laughing together. The room where Seb had shyly told her that he was falling for her. She had chuckled and told him he was crazy.
Now, she wished she had been honest with him, told him the only crazy one was her – for him. Louisa choked back a sob then felt Cal’s hand on her back.
‘You okay?’
She shook her head and went to sit on the bed, gathering Seb’s abandoned t-short to her face and letting her tears soak into the fabric. She sobbed for a few long minutes, not caring what Cal thought of her.
As her tears shuddered to a halt, she felt the bed dip next to her as Cal sat down. She looked up and he handed her a glass of scotch. She noticed his eyes were red.
‘Drink it,’ he said, ‘If there ever was an excuse to get drunk…’
She took it and threw it back, shuddering as it hit the back of her throat. ‘God, that’s gross.’
Cal gave a throaty chuckle. ‘No taste.’
Louisa half-smiled but the pain was sitting heavily on her chest. ‘It’s not real,’ she said, her voice breaking. ‘It’s not real. He’s not going to come through that door.’
More tears and she slid the floor, pulling her knees up to her chest. She felt Cal’s hand on shoulder and gripped it with her own.
‘I know,’ he said, ‘I’d like to kill the motherfucker who did this, Lou.’
Louisa nodded and looked up at him through her tears. ‘Promise me, if you ever get the chance to do it, you will.’
Cal gave her a strange smile. ‘I promise, Lou. I promise.
Her eyes felt gritty, and every cell in her body screamed with pain as Isa shifted in the bed. The smell of antiseptic, of sickness, of death, filled her nostrils, and she gagged, opening her eyes and retching wildly.
‘Sweetheart, sweetheart…’ Zoe’s voice broke through her panic, and she felt herself being shifted by strong arms into a sitting position. Agony ripped through her shoulder, and she threw up into the bowl shoved hastily towards her. She heaved and heaved until there was nothing left to bring up. Gasping for air, Isa slumped back into the pillows as Zoe wiped her mouth, smoothing the hair back from Isa’s sweat drenched face. Isa couldn’t take her eyes from her mother.
‘I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…’ The whisper was gravelly, low and tears started to pour down her cheeks. Zoe’s eyes filled with tears but she tried to smile, taking Isa’s hand and squeezing it.
‘You have nothing to apologize for, darling. Nothing. You didn’t do anything to cause this.’
‘Zoe’s right. It’s not your fault.’
Isa felt a rush of emotion at the sound of Sam’s voice. He was standing in the doorway of her room, his face drawn, gray with sorrow and worry, his big frame slumped. Isa wanted nothing more than to sink into his arms, but she found herself unable to meet his gaze. She looked back at Zoe, searching her eyes, seeking any sign of blame, of resentment. All she could see was heartbreak and knew it was a reflection of her own eyes.
Seb. She kept replaying the moment he was shot in her head, the way his eyes had registered shock as the bullet tore into his skull, the way his body had crumpled to the floor, the finality of that last sigh. She closed her eyes wanting to turn back time, get the killer to let Seb go, kill her instead. Now she knew her tormenter would do anything, kill anyone; she couldn’t risk him going after Zoe, going after Cal or Sandy… hurting Sam. She couldn’t help the image of Sam, a bullet ripping into his beautiful head, his blood spraying over her and now she realized just what he had been going through all these weeks, months. The torment of losing her, the woman he loved.
Zoe kissed her cheek then stood up, making room for Sam to sit on the bed beside his wife. Zoe squeezed Sam’s arm and left them alone.
Sam stroked her cheek, but she still couldn’t look into his eyes. He pressed his cool lips to her hot forehead. It felt so good, and she sighed.
‘I keep promising that I’ll never let him hurt you – and I keep breaking that promise.’
S
he closed her eyes, leaning her cheek against the palm of his hand. ‘It’s not your fault.’
She heard his shaky intake of breath. ‘It’s not yours either.’
‘God, Sam. I want to kill him with my bare hands. I want him to come after me, so I get the chance to pay him back for what he’s done to Seb, to Zoe, to us. I know how your father must have felt and I don’t blame him one little bit.’
The anger in her voice shocked her, and she broke off, trembling, fresh tears flooding down her face. Sam took her face in his hands, pressed his lips to hers.
After a moment, he leaned his forehead against hers.
‘Look at me, Isabel…’
A sob escaped from her. ‘I can’t.’
She could feel his tears now as his hands tightened around her face. ‘Please….’
She tried but then pulled away, turning onto her side away from him. ‘I can’t, Sam, not yet. Because if I look at you, I feel like I’ll break.’
He didn’t say anything else, but she felt him shift, lay down on the bed behind her, spooning her in a gesture so understanding, so loving it tore her apart. He slipped his arm around her waist, and she gripped his hand to her chest. She felt his lips against the back of her neck.
‘I love you,’ she whispered and felt him press his body harder into her shape. She heard a nurse come into the room and chuckle quietly.
‘This is okay, right?’ Sam’s voice was steady, low. The nurse checked Isa’s vitals.
‘As long as you don’t jostle her shoulder too much. Are you in pain, honey?’ She bent her head to look at Isa, who tried to smile but nodded.
‘I’ll get you a sedative. Do you want some morphine?’
Isa tightened her grip on Sam’s hand. ‘I have the only pain relief I need.’ She was gratified to hear Sam’s relieved sigh. The nurse handed her a pill, and she swallowed it gratefully. The nurse turned down the lights.
‘Get some rest, both of you. You need any extra pain relief, Izzy; you let me know.’
A few minutes later, she was on the edge of sleep when the realization came to her, and her eyes flew open in shock.
‘Sam… Sam…’
‘What is it, sweetheart?’ His voice was thick with sleep, such a comforting sound and finally she was able to look him in the eye. His handsome face was still drawn, and his green eyes bore into hers, heavy with worry.
‘I need to talk to Detective Halsey. Now.’
‘He called me Isa.’
They all looked at her askance. ‘Honey…’ Sam shook his head, his eyes confused.
She sighed. ‘No, no, listen. It didn’t click until the nurse called me Izzy but…most people would shorten Isabel to Izzy. No-one who wasn’t close to me would assume my nickname was Isa. Whoever he is, has always, always called me Isa.’ She blinked, suddenly paling and Sam’s heart nearly broke at the desolation on her lovely face. ‘It’s someone we know.’
She glanced at Zoe then, who trying to smile, took her hand. Isa squeezed it.
‘Zoe. I’ve been so blind. I was so sure he couldn’t do anything like this.’
Halsey looked at Sam, who sighed. ‘Karl.’
Isa nodded. ‘It must be.’
Halsey cleared his throat. ‘We know Seb met with him a couple of weeks ago, Cal said…’
‘Cal? Cal knew about it?’
Halsey gave a wry smile. ‘Apparently, your brother and Seb fancied themselves as detectives. Seb met with Dudek to try and figure out if he knew anything, or if he was acting strangely. Apparently, according to Cal, he was fine but clearly…’ He trailed off, glancing out of the office at his officers. ‘Wait here.’
He disappeared out of the door. Sam sat down next to Isa and kissed her cheek. ‘We’re getting somewhere at last.’
Tears started to drop down Isa’s face, but she pulled away from both of their comforting arms. ‘If I hadn’t been so sure it wasn’t Karl, Seb would be alive.’
‘You don’t know that.’
But Sam saw the devastation in her eyes and knew she would not be told otherwise.
A few days later, Halsey came to the hospital to update them.
‘Dudek’s been reported missing. And yeah, the dates tally with Seb’s murder and your shooting.’
Sam made a disgusted sound, and Isa tangled her fingers in his. Weirdly, since realizing Karl’s guilt, she had felt relieved. Not knowing who wanted to kill her was a hundred times worse – now she could put a face to the horror.
Bastard. Just put me in a room with him and a baseball bat, she thought grimly.
Halsey took in her expression. ‘Yeah, I’m getting to know that face, Isa. Don’t think you can handle this on your own. This isn’t some great feminist ‘I Will Survive’ crap. This is your life.’
Sam grunted his agreement, and Isa tried not to smile. ‘So, what can we do while he’s still out there?’
‘You can let Sam hire the best protection. You cannot object when he wants to take you away from the city. You have to take this seriously.’
Isa was silent for a moment, and when she spoke, her voice shook. ‘Detective, I watched my brother being murdered in front of me, watched him draw his last breath. I take this seriously.’
‘At last.’ Sam’s voice had a hard edge, and she swallowed, looking up at him.
‘I’m sor…’ she started but, smiling, he shook his head.
‘No, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that.’
‘It’s true, though.’ She took his hand and squeezed it. She looked back at the detective, and the thought came to her that he had become like a friend to them. She smiled gently at him. ‘No bullshit, I’ll do anything you want but please, don’t keep me out of the loop on this. I need to know what’s happening.’
Later, Sam lay with her as the evening turned to night. For a long time, they simply gazed at each other, wanting to drink the other in. Sam kissed her, his lips moving with hers slowly, tenderly. Isa sighed.
‘Sam…I just don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t know why this is happening, why he wants to kill me so badly. And why, why, kill Seb when he had me there? He should have just kil – ‘
‘Don’t say it. Please. Just don’t.’ Sam closed his eyes against the searing pain her words brought.
‘I told him to do it. I begged him to kill me and let Seb go. He liked the power; he wanted me cowed and begging and he enjoyed shooting Seb. God…’
Sam’s arms tightened around her. ‘Stop it. You’re making yourself crazy. This is not your fault; this is the work of a madman. It’s Dudek’s fault.’
Isa buried her face in his chest but stayed silent. After a few minutes, she pulled away and looked up at him. ‘What if we go public? The more we try to keep this all quiet, the more he gets to move around in relative anonymity. We could go to that art critic guy, the one who defended me, tell him the true story of why someone torched my exhibit.’
Sam looked doubtful. ‘Paul Carter? I don’t know – he’s not a feature writer but…’
‘I don’t want to come across as a victim.’ Isa’s voice was fierce. ‘I want to tell my story my way and send a message to Karl or whomever this is; I’m nobody’s victim.’
Sam’s jaw clenched. ‘You still doubt it’s Karl?’
Isa’s shoulders slumped. ‘I guess not. I just don’t want to believe it’s him.’
Sam nodded. ‘Let’s talk to Halsey, see what he thinks.’
To Sam’s surprise, Halsey was enthusiastic about the idea – although not as much as Paul Carter was. Seb’s murder was already page one news of the Seattle press and had even made the national press, and Carter was eager to get an exclusive. Isa was released from hospital and Sam arranged the meeting with Carter for the following week.
Isa sat down on the bed in the apartment Sam had rented. It was, of course, luxurious and stunning but she was too shell-shocked still to appreciate it. She sat down on the huge bed in the bedroom while Sam unpacked her stuff. She grabbed his hand as he passed.
‘Tha
nk you, baby, for everything. For dealing with everything. For looking after me, and Zoe.’
Sam had arranged for Zoe to go stay with her sister in Georgia and Isa was grateful that her mother would be safe and with people she loved. Zoe had objected, of course, but between them, Sam and Isa had convinced her it was the best.
‘You call me every day, girl,’ she’d said to Isa, her arms wrapped so tightly around her Isa had trouble breathing.
The relief that Zoe would be safe helped Isa immeasurably, and now she just felt drained. Her shoulder ached, but the wound was healing nicely.
Sam sat down next to her, sweeping her hair away from her face and kissed her forehead. ‘You’re welcome. What do you want to do this evening? Sleep?’
She shook her head. ‘I want to eat…’
Sam grinned. ‘Of course, already taken care of. Room service will be here in a few minutes.’
She leaned against him, smiling. ‘You know how to treat a girl good, Mr. Levy.’
He stroked her face tenderly. ‘I wish there were something I could do help you feel better.’
Isa closed her eyes. ‘I’ll feel a lot better when we’ve done this interview.’
Sam sighed. ‘I’m still not sold on it. What if this is what Dudek wants? To be a superstar?’
Isa looked up at him. ‘Do you really think that?’
‘I don’t know what to think.’
‘All I know, Sam, is we can’t keep doing what we’re doing, cowering behind bodyguards, waiting for the police to find Karl – if it’s even Karl they should be looking for.’
Sam hissed, running a hand through his dark hair. ‘Fuck, this is driving me insane.’
‘You know what frightens me more? The thought that whoever it is isn’t someone we know. That he’s just picked up on our lives, the private details – like calling me Isa instead of Izzy - by just being close, flying under the radar.’
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