Page 158 of I Know Your Secret
“You were always a murderer, my deadly girl.”
She sobs into my chest, and I hold her tight, attempting not to let her know how much pain I’m in.
My eyes dart to the girl on the bed. “Director Raymond’s daughter?”
The girl nods frantically.
“You’re safe now.”
My words start another round of her crying as I hold Greer tighter.
“We need to get out of here. Those shots, someone will have heard…” Greer realizes.
“Going to flea another scene?”
Her face sours at me.
“Chase has alerted the FBI; they’re on their way. You’re going to be fine.”
“But I killed?—”
“You didn’t kill anyone. I did.” I give her a stern look.
“But I?—”
“Say it, Greer.”
She looks into my eyes, biting her lower lip. “I didn’t kill anyone; you did.”
Looking over to Raymond’s daughter, I ask, “You good with that?”
She nods, removing her gag. “I wish he’d have died the first time she fucking shot him.”
I smirk.
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Greer’s in the back of the ambulance. Her clothes are torn and dirty, and she’s shaking.
“She’s refusing to be seen,” Raymond tells me.
“It’s fine. I have doctors at my house still.”
“You shouldn’t be up out of that fucking bed, Grady. But I’m glad you are.” He hugs his daughter tighter.
“Go home. Get her the help she needs, so she doesn’t turn into me.”
My warning lands, and at first, he looks alarmed, then realization makes his eyes go glassy with sadness.
“Helms?” I ask.
“He’ll be taken care of. We’ll need to have a debriefing, and we’ll need her present.” Raymond’s eyes dance toward Greer, where a paramedic is addressing a wound on her forehead.
“She’s going to need a couple of days.”
“That’s fine. Just know, it’s coming.”
