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“Becky, you need to put the gun down,” I urged, trying to reason with her. “This isn’t the way to handle things. We can talk about this like adults.”
But Becky seemed oblivious to my words, her gaze fixed on me with a disturbing intensity. It was clear that she was not thinking rationally, and I knew that we were in trouble as long as she had that gun in her hand.
Imogen and Dorothy looked at me with pleading eyes, silently urging me to do something to diffuse the situation. But I knew that there was no easy way out of this. Becky was unpredictable and volatile, and I feared what she might do if provoked.
“There isn’t anything to talk about, Rocco. We belong together,” she called. Becky’s words echoed through the basement, each syllable dripping with a disturbing certainty that sent a chill down my spine.
I could feel my frustration mounting as I struggled to reason with her. Becky was straight-up delusional, as if she wasn’t hearing a word I was saying. But I couldn’t afford to let her irrationality cloud my judgment. I had to get her away from Dorothy and Imogen, to keep them safe from her dangerous obsession.
“We can talk about this, Becky,” I offered, my voice calm but firm. “Why don’t we go upstairs to my office?” I suggested, hoping to lure her away from the girls. If I could get her on the elevator and upstairs where Mace was, he could help me handle the situation.
Becky shook her head, her eyes filled with a manic determination. “No,” she insisted, her tone leaving no room for argument.
She was crazy, but she obviously knew I was up to something. I could see the suspicion in her eyes, and I knew I had to think fast.
And then I heard it—the faint hum of the elevator as it began to move. Panic surged through me as I realized that whoever was coming down the elevator would surprise Becky, and I needed to act fast to prevent a disaster.
“Becky,” Imogen called out, her voice trembling with fear.
Becky’s head snapped in Imogen’s direction, her eyes blazing with rage. “I told you to shut the fuck up!” she raged, taking a menacing step toward them.
Time seemed to slow to a crawl as I watched Becky advance on Imogen and Dorothy, the threat of violence hanging heavy in the air.
With a surge of adrenaline, I lunged at Becky, tackling her to the ground with all the force I could muster. The impact sent shockwaves through my body, but I ignored the pain as I grappled with her, desperate to disarm her before it was too late.
But then, in the chaos of the moment, the deafening crack of a gunshot shattered the air. My heart pounded in my chest as I realized what had happened—the gun had gone off.
I looked up to see Mace charging toward us, his eyes wide with alarm as he assessed the situation. Without hesitation, he moved to help me subdue Becky, his strength matching my own as we struggled to restrain her.
Meanwhile, Imogen and Dorothy huddled together on the ground, their faces pale with shock and fear.
“What the fuck is going on down here?” Mace demanded, his voice sharp with authority as he secured Becky’s arms behind her back and pressed her face down on the floor.
I fell back on my ass, the adrenaline still coursing through my veins as I tried to catch my breath. Sweat beaded on my brow, mingled with the rush of emotions flooding through me. “I’ll tell you later,” I gasped, my voice strained with exhaustion and relief.
I pushed myself up from the floor and stumbled over to where Dorothy and Imogen were huddled together. Dorothy threw herself into my arms, and I staggered back slightly under her weight. Running my hands over her, I checked for any sign of injury, relieved to find that she hadn’t been shot. I looked to Imogen. “Are you okay?”
Imogen nodded, her breath coming in short, shaky gasps. “Uh, well, my heart feels like it’s about to beat out of my chest, but other than that, I’m good, thanks to you.”
I nodded, a surge of relief flooded me when I realized just how close we had come to tragedy. It was a miracle that none of us had been hurt.
“Call nine-one-one,” Mace called out to Imogen, his voice sharp with urgency as he struggled to restrain Becky. Despite her efforts to break free, there was no way she was going to escape from Mace’s grip.
Imogen nodded, her hands trembling as she moved to the phone to make the call. As she dialed the emergency number, Dorothy clung to me, her tears soaking into my shirt as she whispered my name over and over again.
I held her close, feeling a rush of relief wash over me as I realized that she was safe. “You’re okay, babe. Everything is going to be okay.”
But even as I held Dorothy in my arms, a sense of guilt gnawed at the edges of my consciousness. It was my fault that Becky had come to California; my past relationship with her haunted me like a ghost from the past. If I had known just how deeply she had descended into madness after our breakup, I would have been more vigilant and more prepared for the danger she posed.
My gaze drifted to the floor, where a dead squirrel lay next to the gurney. I furrowed my brow in confusion, unable to comprehend why there would be a squirrel in the morgue of all places.
“What the hell is a squirrel doing in here?” I asked, my voice tinged with disbelief.
Dorothy’s eyes widened in realization. “She had that on the body,” she explained, her voice trembling with emotion. “She must have been the one who was leaving dead things for me to find.”
But why??
Mace lifted Becky to her feet, his expression a mixture of disgust and disbelief. “What the fuck is with the squirrels, psycho?” he demanded, his voice dripping with contempt.
