Chapter Eighty Six

Chapter Eighty Six

Michael’s Point of View

Leaving the body on the table in the ‘’work room’’ as we all called it, I headed back to the living room, picking up the scraps of her ripped clothing before sitting down. Throwing the ruined material on the coffee table, I could suddenly feel the sleepless night creeping in.

I pulled out my phone and shot Damon a text message, asking if he was able to come and pick me up from the cabin. I wanted to get home, shower and sleep but I didn’t trust myself to get behind the wheel right now. I didn’t trust that I wouldn’t crash… and a crash would bring Police.

No thanks!

While I waited for him to respond, I got thinking… She had a phone. She was on it when I heard her in the street. Where was it? I couldn’t risk it being tracked or something when people realize she’s missing which... If she had a husband and children as she claimed, they would have already.

I got up and headed out to the car. She had it when I took her but she certainly