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Chapter Thirty-Five
Hunter
They next morning, Hunter woke to the smell of bacon, eggs, and coffee. The bed beside him was empty. He must have been sleeping heavily if he hadn’t noticed Vanessa get out of bed. He climbed out, stopping to stretch before dressing. He hadn’t told Vanessa the full truth the night before. He was hurting. All the fighting and running and adrenaline had him aching badly. He would need a double dose of Tylenol today.
He walked out to the kitchen, and Vanessa turned to smile at him. Opal looked up from beside Mari and beamed.
“Morning!” Opal said.
“Morning.” He sat down and rubbed his face. Vanessa put a mug of coffee in front of him. “Thanks.”
She filled plates with food and they sat together eating, sharing small talk about how they’d slept and what they wanted to do today. Mostly, they would rest and watch movies, it seemed. Opal asked about getting a pizza for dinner. He was looking forward to a quiet day at home.
As he stuffed his last bite of eggs into his mouth, there was a loud pounding on the door. He exchanged a startled look with Vanessa, then got to his feet. He pulled out his gun as they called out, “Police! Open up!”
He put his gun down on the counter and took a deep breath. Then he went to open the door and find out what in the world was going on.
He opened the door and immediately put his hands up. Cops flooded into the apartment, guns drawn. Several had Hunter in their sight. He heard Vanessa shriek, but stayed still and didn’t take his eyes off the officer closest to him.
“Hunter Perrin?”
He nodded, still resuming eye contact.
“You’re under arrest for murder.”
Hunter swallowed hard. He should have seen this coming. Should have known he couldn’t trust Nicholas or any government agency. And the way he’d killed Jeremy? He’d messed up big time there. If he’d known they had surveillance in the hotel, and if he had even been in his right mind enough to think about it, he might have done things differently. It had felt so good to hurt him, though. And though he didn’t know what would happen now, he didn’t regret one bit of pain that he’d inflicted on Jeremy Beale. In fact, he wished he’d had longer to hurt the bastard. No amount of suffering would be enough to pay him back for what he did to Vanessa.
He had to focus for now. Think about what had to happen next and what he had to do. Some sort of lawyer would be needed. He still thought maybe self-defense could work. It had to. It was the only thing he had to go on. Build a strong enough case and maybe he’d get out in a few years instead of getting hit with life.
His hands were pinned behind his back and cuffs tightened around his wrists. He wished it didn’t feel familiar, but all he could think about was the last time he’d been arrested for murder and how badly that had gone.
As they pushed him from the apartment, Opal cried out. “Hunter! Don’t leave!”
He couldn’t stand to hear her voice calling for him. He glanced back to see Vanessa scoop her into a hug and hold her close. Opal’s hand stretched out to him, and he looked away.
“Wait!” Vanessa said.
He turned back and saw her and Opal rushing toward him.
“You can’t just take him. There’s video proof!” she said.
“It’s okay,” he said. “Stay with Mari. Stay together. I’ll call you as soon as I can.”
“No!”
Her hand raised toward him with Opal’s, and he stepped out of the apartment choking back tears. He would not cry in front of these cops. No freaking way. He swallowed hard and thought of Jeremy.
Even though he was dead, he still managed to cause them problems from beyond the grave. Now his dead body was a ghost, haunting him, haunting Vanessa. Until this was all settled, they wouldn’t really be rid of him.
Hunter had to find a way to get the truth out there. To show people who Jeremy really was. To unravel the web of deception he wove in his lifetime. There was the slight chance, too, that Vanessa was still in danger. Jeremy might have left instructions for her to be put to death in the event of his own death. Who knew how far he would go to torture her? Maybe he wouldn’t stop until she was dead, even if he was already dead.
Well, all Hunter could do now was think through what needed to happen, how to build his case, and hope that if anyone had been ordered to kill Vanessa, he’d already killed them.
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Vanessa picked up her phone with a shaking hand. “Nicholas? I need your help.”
“What’s going on?” he asked.
