Chapter 67
CHAPTER 67
Fifteen Years Ago
1:40 a.m.
Jason
As Grace headed into the bathroom, Jason took the opportunity to slip into the double doors of the walk-in closet.
After pulling the door toward him, until he could see through an inch crack, he pushed a button on the wall, and a dim, soft warm light provided illumination. The closet was enormous. About half the size of the bedroom and completely empty, like a small boutique with no clothes, just rows and rows of bare shelves.
Jason let out a quiet breath.
His heart slammed as he spied Sarah, lying on the bed where Grace had left her.
After following them upstairs, he’d caught them heading into one of the several bedrooms on the wide hallway. While Grace helped Sarah lie down, Jason watched from just outside the door, peeking around the corner so Grace wouldn’t catch him.
He felt like a psycho stalker, but he wanted to make sure Sarah was okay.
Not that he thought Grace would hurt her, but Jason was worried. Sarah might have had too much to drink. What if she was suffering from alcohol poisoning? Or worse, what if she’d been drugged? He wouldn’t put it past one of the rich assholes at the party to roofie her, hoping they could get her in bed.
The thought sent a strange feeling through Jason.
A mix of repulsion and excitement.
The same feeling that washed over him in waves as he’d watched Alex and Sarah have sex. Instead of slipping away, as he should have, as any decent person would have, he’d stayed, hating himself for becoming aroused.
Sighing, Jason rubbed his eyes, then peeked through the thin slit between the closet doors.
His heart slammed as Phil Richart entered the room.