Chapter 87 Nellie
Nellie
The woods shiver all around me; the hot breeze continues to gust. But, like the trees, I’m trembling.
Now I’m hidden in a thick part of the forest, watching. Waiting.
Poor, stupid Luke is now wading into the water, knee-deep.
It doesn’t take long.
Before I know it, I see red and blue lights strobing over the darkness as three cop cars race into the parking lot.
Perfect.
Their sirens squeal; Luke spins around. In their headlights, I can see his expression: first confused, then horrified.
He scans the area, as if looking for me. But, of course, he won’t find me.
Blood pounds in my temples; I can’t believe this is all happening, but fuck him, he shouldn’t have made a fool of me.
I crouch on my knees, just in case, get my body behind the widest part of the tree trunk.
My breathing is so shallow, I feel like I’m gonna pass out. I want to get the hell out of here, but I need to see the rest.
The cops are on him, first talking to him.
I see Luke raise his hand, point toward the parking lot.
Fuck, he’s telling them about me; I’m almost certain of it, even as I’m silently praying that he keeps his fucking mouth shut.
But then, to my relief, they slap handcuffs on him, lead him through the gravel lot.
Stash him in the back seat of a patrol car.
Good.
Very, very good.
I shrink even farther to the ground as I watch the line of cop cars drive past, their suspect in custody. Only once they’re gone do I stand up, dust myself off.
No way I’m going down for this.
If they can’t make a case against Luke, Daddy better watch his ass.