Chapter 9
CHAPTER NINE
S.K.A.M.
I watched her walk out of the art gallery with a smug grin on her face. She stopped on the pavement outside and looked at the card she held in her hand like it was something precious. As if by knowing someone like Alex Kingston, it’d help her in the long run. Protect her from the bloody, vicious path she’d set herself on.
It wouldn’t.
Her smile grew wider, and she put it into her handbag and held onto the strap like she expected a villain to come along and snatch it from her grasp. There was a villain watching her, but they weren’t interested in stealing the contents of her purse. They wanted to steal something much more profound.
She stood tall as she walked down the road, glancing around before crossing the street and heading towards the train station.
She wouldn’t be smiling for long.
I had plans for Emma Belmont.
And like a line of dominoes, I couldn’t stop it now. That first brick had already fallen. It was only a matter of time until her life came crashing down.