42. Chapter 42
Chapter 42
Isabel Rodriguez
Walking down the basement steps undetected, I am stunned to hear the revelations spewing from my daughters mouth, and even more horrified to know that the man who is about to plunge black substance into her neck is the infamous serial killer, ‘The Carver’.
I cock my gun and point it straight at his head. My brother takes a step towards me as I threaten The Carver to back away from Dylan but the sick fuck smiles and pushes the plunger. I pull the trigger just as I’m tackled to the ground. My head bounces off the cement floor and my gun skids across the room. For a second, everything is quiet. It’s not until Dylan's screams permeate the air, that I’m brought back to reality. Reid lifts me off the ground, holding my hands behind my back. I look over at Dylan who's holding Easton, blood splatters the side of his face. I gasp at the realization that I shot my fiance’s son and not the mass murderer standing in my basement.
“Who the fuck taught you to shoot? You fucking missed even if the kid shoved me out of the way. What a fucking disappointment.” The Carver says, shaking his head.
“Jameson, shut the fuck up!” My brother spits, letting me go.
“I have to call this in. There's a dead boy tied to a chair, my home is in disarray and finally, The Carver is here in my fucking basement.” Reaching for my phone, my brother smacks it out of my hand and it smashes to the ground on impact.
“It’s sad how far you really fell down the rabbit hole of your new identity. Do you know who this kid is? No? He’s the one who orchestrated your only daughters rape!” He spits and I gasp, covering my mouth with my hand. I look over at Dylan who is helping Easton to his feet as he holds his shoulder.
“Is that true Dylan?” I ask and she nods, not even looking at me.
“Who did it?” I interrogate and Easton steps up but Dylan pulls him back.
“I did, I dragged the dagger across his throat.” She admits and I nod looking at my soon to be step son.
“Easton, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean–” I don’t get to finish as he interrupts me.
“It’s fine. Just a flesh wound. You need to practice on your aim, though,” he laughs and my eyes go wide.
“Isabel. We will clean this up.” Reid says, and I shake my head.
“I’m a detective. I have to call this in. I made an oath. I can’t just turn a blind eye.” I say in a panic.
“Mom, you’re a fucking Rodriguez. Act like it! You’re a fake fucking detective at best. Get your head out of your ass!” Dylan spits.
“Fuck, I’m not even supposed to be here. But I was worried about you, Dylan. Something told me to come home.” I say as a tear falls down my face.
“It’s fine mom, just go. We will clean it up, and by the time you return, everything will look as it did before you left this morning.” Dylan retorts.
“Honey, I’m sorry for everything I said, I was-” but she interrupts.
“I know Mom but I need you to get the hell out of here. Go catch your flight. I’m fine, I'm safe. These men won’t let anything happen to me, especially your stepson.” She laughs winking at Easton.
“She’s right, Isabel. We will get this done! Just act like nothing happened today. Get on your flight and call me when you land.” My brother says, pushing me towards the stairs.
“Wait, where’s my mom?” Easton asks.
“She’s at the precinct. Apparently another body showed up without a heart. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that would you?” I smirk, looking him in his eyes
“No, ma'am. No idea what you speak of.” He laughs. I turn to head for the stairs but arms wrap around my waist.
“I love you mom, safe travels.” Dylan says and I wrap my arms around hers.
“Love you too, Dylan. I’ll see you soon.” She nods and I head up the stairs, closing the door behind me.
It’s time to get on that plane and finally kill the ghost that’s been haunting me for the last twenty-one years.