Murder has Secrets, chapter 7
Pain. Throbbing pain is what I wake up to. It was the worst headache I had ever had. I attempt to lift my hands to feel the baseball sized lump on my head, only to find my hands are bound behind me to a chair. Looking up I find I'm staring into darkness.
"Hello?" I call in a feeble attempt to hear from another human being.
I wait and listen intently for an answer, but do not receive one. But there is something... breathing?
Now I'm certain it's breathing... and it's getting closer. Afraid now, I listen closely to my dark surroundings and attempt to free my hands. The breathing is right beside my ear now.
"Did you honestly not think this day was coming Amber? Oh, wait you go by Scarlett now don't you?" asks the voice, a woman's.
"I have no clue what you're talking about," I lie, "I've always been Scarlett. It's who I was born as."
"That's not what you called yourself for two years in your twenties. When you were doing freelance for... how much? Twenty grand a whack wasn't it?"
Shit. If this was the person I thought she might be, I'm as good as dead- or jailed. Thinking carefully about what I should say next, I continue to try and get my hands free.
"Who are you? What do you want with me?" I ask, deciding to avoid her questions and ask some of my own.
"Lights," says the voice, and the room becomes dimly lit, "Now don't even try to play smart with me Ms. Tudor. You know why you're here.
"Do you remember Connie and Bryan Williams?" she asks, "no, you don't have to answer that. But I bet you remember James Duvall don't you?"
I do remember James, but I would never tell her that. Instead I turn to take a look at her, but her face is hidden in the shadows.
"Of course you remember James," she says taking my silence for a yes, "he hired you for forty thousand to take out Connie and Bryan. They caught James for hiring a hit man, but amazingly enough never found out who the hit man was. Maybe you could tell me who it was Scarlett."
When I don't answer she grabs the back of my hair and pulls.
"You have ten seconds to answer my question or I'm injecting you with this truth serum so I can find out everything that you're not telling me." Waving a needle in front of my face.
"Ten... " I never go down without a fight.
"Nine... " Even if that means spilling all of my darkest secretes
"Eight... " about all the people's lives I ruined
"Seven... " and the stuff I know about Tré
"Six... " and Mike.
"Five... " in five seconds,
"Four... " Everything Billie worked so hard for
"Three... " is going down the drain.
"Two... " Sorry Billie, I failed you.
"One." She sticks the needle in my arm and injects the serum.
"Hello?" I call in a feeble attempt to hear from another human being.
I wait and listen intently for an answer, but do not receive one. But there is something... breathing?
Now I'm certain it's breathing... and it's getting closer. Afraid now, I listen closely to my dark surroundings and attempt to free my hands. The breathing is right beside my ear now.
"Did you honestly not think this day was coming Amber? Oh, wait you go by Scarlett now don't you?" asks the voice, a woman's.
"I have no clue what you're talking about," I lie, "I've always been Scarlett. It's who I was born as."
"That's not what you called yourself for two years in your twenties. When you were doing freelance for... how much? Twenty grand a whack wasn't it?"
Shit. If this was the person I thought she might be, I'm as good as dead- or jailed. Thinking carefully about what I should say next, I continue to try and get my hands free.
"Who are you? What do you want with me?" I ask, deciding to avoid her questions and ask some of my own.
"Lights," says the voice, and the room becomes dimly lit, "Now don't even try to play smart with me Ms. Tudor. You know why you're here.
"Do you remember Connie and Bryan Williams?" she asks, "no, you don't have to answer that. But I bet you remember James Duvall don't you?"
I do remember James, but I would never tell her that. Instead I turn to take a look at her, but her face is hidden in the shadows.
"Of course you remember James," she says taking my silence for a yes, "he hired you for forty thousand to take out Connie and Bryan. They caught James for hiring a hit man, but amazingly enough never found out who the hit man was. Maybe you could tell me who it was Scarlett."
When I don't answer she grabs the back of my hair and pulls.
"You have ten seconds to answer my question or I'm injecting you with this truth serum so I can find out everything that you're not telling me." Waving a needle in front of my face.
"Ten... " I never go down without a fight.
"Nine... " Even if that means spilling all of my darkest secretes
"Eight... " about all the people's lives I ruined
"Seven... " and the stuff I know about Tré
"Six... " and Mike.
"Five... " in five seconds,
"Four... " Everything Billie worked so hard for
"Three... " is going down the drain.
"Two... " Sorry Billie, I failed you.
"One." She sticks the needle in my arm and injects the serum.
