Page 57 of A Constant Love
“Hi, Agent Adler. We have a bit of a situation.”
“Oh?” I asked, half curious, half concerned.
“I just got a phone call from Miss Flemming, and she says she needs to talk to me immediately. Says she knows exactly who and where this Sinclair guy is. Her boyfriend is out of town, and she’s scared. I started driving over there, but I got a call that my wife was just in an accident. Can you head over there and see what’s going on?”
Oh, Samantha…you think you can rat me out? Maybe I’ll have to carry out my plan a little faster than intended.
“Sure, that won’t be a problem. Have you already told her I was coming?”
“No, I wanted to call to make sure you were available to go take her statement first.” The man sounded frazzled.
“Absolutely. Don’t even worry about it. I will give her a call and head right over. I’ll be praying for your wife.”
It was exhausting being pleasant all the time.
“Thank you. I owe you one,” he said before hanging up the phone.
I cracked an evil smile and muttered to myself. “Oh no, Detective, I owe you one.”
I waited a few minutes before texting the detective back saying that I had talked to Samantha, and she was worried that Mr. Sinclair would come to the house and harm her and that she had seen him lurking around.
Now, I had a perfectly good story in place for when they found her lifeless body, beaten and cold.
Chapter 35 - Sam
I paced around the entryway, nervously waiting. It seemed to be taking fucking forever. Where was he?
Looking down, I’d realized I’d bitten my nails down so far, a couple of them were bleeding. My adrenaline was pumping so hard though I didn’t feel a thing.
The doorbell rang, and I rushed to answer it. Mason was in his cage barking from the kitchen.
The second I opened the door, a large hand connected with my chest, pushing me backwards, knocking me onto the floor.
Fuck.
I looked up to see James’ angry eyes glaring down at me.
“You think you’re really smart, don’t you, Samantha? Did you really think you could call your detective friend, and I wouldn’t find out about it?”
I adjusted the glasses on my face. “I didn’t…” I pleaded. “Where is he?”
He laughed. “Family emergency. He called me to help, but guess what, sweetheart? The cavalry’s not coming.”
Fear bubbled up inside me, but so did the will to live. As fast as I could, I scurried onto my feet and began to run up the stairs. He grabbed my foot, making me lose my balance and smack my chin on the stair. Blood filled my mouth as I bit down on my tongue in the process.
Using my other foot, I kicked him as hard as I could, giving him a small cut on the lip. “Oh, you’re going to pay for that, you little whore.”
As fast as I could, I ran up the remaining stairs and into our bedroom. I was too slow though as James grabbed me from behind and attempted to rip my shirt off, pulling me to the floor and climbing on top to hold me down.
“Why are you doing this?” I screamed.
“You wronged me back in the day, Samantha, and now it’s time to pay for that. You thought that calling the cops on me was going to fucking work? I’m and FBI agent, and no one will have a clue that it was me that was here tonight.”
“They’ll find your DNA!” I argued.
“Honey, do you know how easy it is for me to change around information in the system? I’ll make it look like some crackhead broke in here and raped and beat you to death. Or better yet, frame that pretty boyfriend of yours.”
Tears stung my eyes as I continued to try to wriggle out of his control. “Leave him out of this!”