Page 70 of Ash and Poison

The fucker couldn’t wait by the reception?

Diya looked shocked to see him there too.

“Hello, Sheriff Bricks,” she greeted him, composing her face.

Vincent walked in, and his smile fell when he saw me on the couch. Diya gave me a look that said I should leave.

Do I want to leave her with him?

NO.

“The session is over. You can leave now.”

“I don’t feel good, Doctor Sharma,” I said, leaning back. She didn’t look pleased, and her eyes promised retribution. Well, I could take it. What I couldn’t take was leaving her alone with him, when he was looking at her like he wouldn’t mind being handcuffed by her.

“He can stay,” Vincent said, throwing me a withering glare, before he turned to her, his eyes instantly transforming into a charming smile.

That chameleon-like bastard.

“What is it, Vincent?”

“I—there’s been another murder,” Vincent said with a wince. “We suspect the perpetrator is the same one.”

Diya stumbled back from Vincent, her face a picture of shock and surprise. Her hand daintily went to those magnificent breasts, drawing Vincent’s gaze to them.

The way he looked at her was enough to make my blood boil.

Jealousy was a twisted monster, and if I gave in, I’d make a big mistake, but…

My mind raced with dark thoughts of hurting him. I wanted to find a knife and carve his eyes out so that he couldn’t look at her like… like he wanted to eat her.

“Wha-what? When? But-but… who’s the victim?”

The woman was good enough to become an actor. If psychiatry didn’t work out, she could try Hollywood—or maybe Broadway. Scratch that, Bollywood. She’d fit right in. Throw in a slow-motion hair flip and some suspenseful background music, and she’d have the audience eating out of her fucking hands.

I was, and I knew she was lying.

“Tomas Hannigan. He owned a gentlemen’s club just outside Hollow Heights. The Gates.”

“I’ve heard about that.”

“It’s not exactly a secret,” Vincent said with a frown.

“Leads?”

“No. There’s no CCTV around the club. There is one on the inside, but I found nothing from that. I… it’s a headache.”

“So, why are you here today?” Her eyes narrowed.

“To find out the connection between Doctor T and Hannigan,” Vincent said, throwing a look in my direction. “Is it possible to get out of this place and then sneak back in without being seen?”

“It’s hard, but not impossible, but one needs to be really careful. We have two guards, we have night-duty nurses, and orderlies are always checking for any disturbance.”

She was right, but I was good enough to slip past all the watching eyes, only to get caught by her.

Vincent turned to look at me again before drawing a deep breath. He walked to where I was slouching.

“Asher.”