The attacker grinned when he saw him. “Well,
well, Detective. Eight years ago, you took my
brother from me. Now…you get to experience
the same pain. How does it feel to lose your
only daughter?“”
“You…!”
“Impatient, are we? Want to know how your
little girl died? I confess to everything. It’s all
on my phone. Videos, too.”
The video played on the monitors in the
interrogation room and the observation room.
A rain–soaked alley. Me, backed into a
corner.
“I…I texted my parents! My dad’s a cop!
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“…I texted my parents! My dad’s a cop!
They’re coming for you! You better run!” My
voice shook.
“Oh, really?” He held up my broken phone. “I
think your mommy dearest hung up on you,
sweetheart. ‘Lying little bitch,‘ wasn’t it?
Suits you.
He grabbed my hair. I screamed for help.
The screen went black. Silence.
Then, a small white lamb appeared on screen,
pressed against his throat. My voice,
surprisingly steady, filled the room. ““Don’t
move. Or you’ll get a taste of this.”
““Daddy made this for me. It’s a stun gun.
You’re going to jail.“”
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““Daddy made this for me. It’s a stun gun.
You’re going to jail.“”
““What? It’s not working!“” His voice was
laced with disbelief.
Then, a chilling chuckle. “You tried this trick eight years ago, Ashley. It doesn’t work
twice.”
Eight years ago. The first attack, after
Jason’s death. I’d used the stun gun. By the
time Dad arrived, the attacker was gone. Dad
had assumed I was lying.
Dad’s face went white. He remembered.
