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After reconsidering her options, May walked back into the interview room. Owen looked at her inquiringly. It was obvious he'd gotten no further because Maurice was hanging sideways in his chair again.
"Okay, here's what we're going to do," she told Maurice.
"What you gonna do?" he asked with a cackling laugh.
"We're going to stop the interview for now, and we're going to keep you here overnight. We're going to come back to you in the morning."
"I want my lawyer!" he said, reeling in his chair.
"And you can have your lawyer. But not now. Because we're taking a break from the questioning for now. In the morning, you can arrange for your lawyer to be here. Say, at seven a.m."
Tiredly, she walked around the desk and helped her suspect up. It was getting late now, probably close to eight p.m. May suddenly realized she was tired and starving after this fruitless afternoon and evening. The chase downs had taken their toll.
As Owen hustled the staggering suspect out of the interview room and down the corridor, May headed back toward the lobby. She was thinking they should head down the road to Dan's Bar, grab a burger, and come back once they'd had some food.
That was the idea that was in her head as she glanced out of the police department door. But then, May's heart nearly stopped.
Racing toward the door from the darkness outside, wearing a ragged white dress, with her feet bloodstained and her hair wild, was none other than Chloe herself.
Was she seeing things? Was this actually true, May blinked, briefly frozen in shock, before Chloe’s voice shattered the moment.
"Help me!" she screamed.
May rushed out, her heart accelerating, to grab the young woman who was gasping for breath and trembling all over. What was happening? Was this killer chasing her?
"Help! Please! Don’t let him take me again." Her voice was hoarse and broken.
With a fearful glance behind her, she fell to her knees in May's grasp. And then, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she sprawled to the ground, unconscious.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
"Quick! Get help!" May yelled, feeling her blood pressure spike.
"I'm on it," the officer in the lobby replied calmly, already dialing the ambulance as May tried to maneuver Chloe into the recovery position.
She stared into the darkness, feeling deeply disturbed because she had no idea how close this chase had been.
Had the killer pursued her right up to the police department and then dropped back?
Or had Chloe managed to get away before he'd known where she was headed?
Chloe was here. She was safe—for now. But there were so many unanswered questions.
Owen came rushing up the stairs from the holding cells. Seeing May outside with the collapsed woman, he stopped, looking aghast, then hurried over.
"It's her! May, she's here? Where did she come from?"
May shook her head. "She ran from the left-hand side. So, it would have been from the edge of town. She must have gotten away in the woods somewhere."
She’d still been alive. What did that mean?
"I'll bring a blanket," Owen said, hurrying inside.
May checked Chloe's pulse again. It was rapid but strong. She still felt filled with utter shock.
This woman had gotten away from a clearly terrifying situation. How far—how long had she run for? Where had she been kept?
And were Giselle, and possibly others, alive? What did Chloe’s escape mean for them, and did it mean they were now in worse danger?
