Thrilled

CHARLES

After what feels like ages, the police are done with their investigations, and I’m free to go. Apparently, the forensics results are back, and some drops of blood that are found at the scene show that I’m innocent. Thoroughly relieved, I finish up with the paperwork and gratefully follow a waiting Sebastian to his car so we can head to the hotel in which he’s staying.

I can’t go home yet, because my house is still cordoned off by the police, and as a matter of fact, I’m not sure I want to continue living in the same house in which a heavily pregnant Samantha was brutally murdered, at least, not yet.

I’m not surprised when hordes of paparazzi appear out of nowhere and begin to chase after us, but to my greatest surprise, Sebastian proves to be a badass driver. He weaves in and out of traffic, and in and out of different streets, losing the paparazzi in no time.

“Wow! Where’d you learn to drive like that?” I ask him, thoroughly impressed.

“When you’re used to paparazzi chasing a