Something came over her right then as she heard the sirens getting closer. She wanted justice. And this was the right thing to do. She had no choice.
The gun fit in her hand snugly and she brought it up swiftly to position it to Declan’s temple.
She squeezed the trigger.
The gun blast was deafening occurring simultaneously with the side of Declan’s head exploding above her, the blood spraying her face, her eyes, and spraying back to her opened mouth. Her stomach lurched trying to push its contents out of her as she still gasped for breath, her battle for oxygen winning out over her desire to vomit.
Declan’s body slumped over on the ground.
Rachel gasped for air, inhaling deeply, savoring every drop of the oxygen she thought she might never have again.
As the first patrol car pulled up she allowed herself to drop to her knees and bury her face in the ground letting, the tears fall down her face. She wasn’t sure how long she sat like that crying, but she wasn’t sure she would ever really stop.
Not really.
Chapter 15
“Closing Time”
Rachel stepped out of her bathroom wrapping her bathrobe around her warmly. She felt like the weight of the world had just been lifted off her body in the shower. She’d never needed anything more than that in her entire life.
They’d finally let her go from the crime scene after she gave statement after statement and filled out all the necessary information required when she fired her weapon in the field, even though she was technically off duty.
Captain Mathews had finally arrived and relieved her after realizing that she just killed her partner who had killed her father and tried to kill her. The look of disbelief that was spread across his face would probably never leave her. Even after all that happened she kept thinking it was some sort of a nightmare. This did not really happen. It could not be this bad.
But it was.
As she sat down on the edge of her bed and sipped her hot tea she’d prepared beforehand she felt the tears threatening to return. Her mother had been so upset on the phone but she told her not to bother coming over tonight; it was too late and after all she’d been through her mother just wanted her to rest. She wondered where her mother got the strength like that sometimes. Both of her parents were so strong; they’d made her that way and she could never thank them enough.
But she would never have the opportunity to thank her father. She would never get to speak to him again. There was nothing that could be done about it.
How did Declan get so messed up? All of this was over his wife’s infidelity. He’d allowed something like that to destroy who he was and it drove him insane. He kept talking about a voice on the phone. Some phone voice told him to do it. Was he just hearing things or was there really someone out there? Was there someone who had seen what he did and blackmailed him into killing her father?
Was it the same person who had called her earlier? What did Declan say? “That voice had set all of this up?”
Her phone rang just then. She checked the time. It was almost one in the morning. Who would be calling her this late?
The caller ID said unknown. She never answered unknown calls, but something told her that she really needed to answer this call.
“Hello?” Rachel answered.
A familiar voice responded to her. It was the same voice as before.
“I saw what you did and now I want you to do the same thing for me.”
Other books available by T.S. Worthington on Kindle, paperback and audio:
Darker Still
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Grip of Night
Final Cut
The Cutting Room
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