She nods jerkily.
The walk to my car and journey back feels like it takes years, not minutes.
Thankfully, this alley is one I can pull the boot of my car up to, and no one is around anymore to see us drag Gianna’s body into it.
Emily hops in the passenger seat beside me and then we’re gone. Heading home. Our home.
Emily
Eli carries Gia’s body over his shoulder, descending to his interrogation room. The last time I was here, I was terrified.
Now? I’m angry.
And, okay, maybe a little scared.
He pushes her into the chair in the centre, then yanks off the hood and mask covering her face.
But…
It’s not Gia.
I gasp. “Liam?”
Eli looks at Liam’s limp form in confusion. “Your patient?”
“Yeah. He has OCD.”
Eli picks up the bag that Liam dropped at the scene when he was trying to kidnap me. I’m still trying to wrap my head around it not being Gia. Liam said he thought I was in danger. I didn’t expect it to be from himself.
Eli hisses angrily as he pulls out a knife from Liam’s bag. Then rope. Duct tape. Plastic wrap. What the fuck.
My choked gasp reverberates through the otherwise silent room.
Eli’s eyes narrow, expression turning menacing. He stalks towards his table of tools and snatches something up before spinning back around and marching over to Liam.
But then he freezes. His head twists in my direction where I’m standing just inside the doorway. “You might want to leave, Angel.”
Maybe I should.
“No,” I say, my voice sounding surer than I feel inside. “I need to watch.”
Eli continues to hesitate. But then he picks up a chair from the corner of the room and spins it around. He motions for me to sit. I scuttle over and take a seat gingerly, apprehension rife inside me.
Eli grips Liam’s jaw then passes something under his nose. Smelling salts.
Liam comes to—jolting, trembling.
“What do you want with my angel?” Eli seethes, his muscles coiled tight as he tries to restrain his obvious fury.
I should be frightened of him.
Instead… the sight of him furiousfor mecalms me in a way it shouldn’t.
Liam mutters something under his breath.
Eli clearly doesn’t like whatever he hears because he grabs some pliers from his table, then rips out two of Liam's fingernails. Liam screams, raw and broken.
“You better start talking before I get creative.”