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While it wasn’t spelled out in the report, I’d put two and two together. The locked locker room. The blast originated from my locker. And Tuesday had been wearing my sweater.
Damn.
I turned to her. How could I tell her that she was lying there because someone had wanted to get me out of the way. Someone wanted me dead.
And she was just an innocent caught in the crossfire.
And it was done in the same style that almost killed me years ago when I was Aurora, innocent and naïve, happy to go run an errand and fetch something for someone at a barn before I, too, was blasted by an fiery explosion.
Instead of me, they got Tuesday.
The question now was who. Who had done this?
Who hated me that much?
And how did they figure out I was once Aurora?
Although the Hunters knew I had history with the Saints, they didn’t know what it was. They didn't know I was once the naïve Aurora who worshipped the Saints until they betrayed me.
It couldn’t be the Hunters, could it?
As for the Saints...if they knew I was Aurora and I was out for revenge, they wouldn’t have easily fallen into my plans. One by one they were kicked out of San Angelo U.
It couldn’t be them, could it? But then again, didn’t they planned for my demise when they sent me to that barn long ago, when I was Aurora?
Maybe they had figured out I was Aurora?
If so, then could the person who put Tuesday in that hospital bed be a Saint?
My heart fell. Over the last couple of months, I had never felt so much passion and so many emotions. I looked forward to seeing him every second and even loved just talking to him about anything.
I felt one thing for Rector. I also felt so connected to Bishop.
Now with Deacon,..
I shook my head. I have to eliminate him too.
After all, could he be the one who had tried to kill me, but seriously injured Tuesday instead?
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Chapter 4
