All Chapters of Jack In The Box : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

As soon as I heard Maddy's name, I texted Ken to let him know what was going on and rushed quickly to the hospital. The entire drive I began thinking, what if Maddy was dead in a gruesome way? Would I be able to come out of the trauma?When I arrived at the hospital, the receptionist told me she was admitted due to having injuries. Maddy was propped against the bed, connected to the IV, a large bandage on her neck. Her eyes were tear-stricken and she looked exhausted. I was so relieved to see her alive, I went to sit in the chair beside her bed."Maddy, what happened?" I asked.She appeared to be in some kind of a shock. "I was attacked." She choked out a reply.Maddy stared at the distance as if she saw something that didn't exist. "I was just going to get some medication for a patient. It was dark in the room so I switched on the lights and when I went to the cabinet, someone hit me from behind. When I regained consciousness, the man was dragging me by

"You're an FBI agent?" I gave him an incredulous look."Yes, ma'am," Ezra said.I looked at Flint and Scott, trying to see if there was any hidden joke in this but they appeared to be serious."Maybe you're lying to me," I said.Ezra reached for the back pocket of his jeans and produced a badge. He let me inspect it for a minute. "Maybe the badge is fake too."He chuckled. "Agent Flint and Scott would vouch for me. If that's not enough, I can try to get in touch with the Bureau head in Virginia which may take some time."I stared at him for a good few seconds deciding that my rage had overpowered the relief of being alive and not having to die at the hands of a psychotic murderer. "I would have died of heart-attack; did that possibility ever cross you, Agent Wolfe?""I apologize for that," Ezra said giving me a smile, not having even a twinge of remorse."I need answers starting with why you are in Woodville's imp

Jack was admitted to the hospital. We didn't want to risk putting him in Woodville’s in case the killer was someone from the staff and waiting to kill Jack so we'd taken him to another hospital recommended by Ezra. I was seated beside Jack. His eyes were closed, his body propped against a hospital bed connected to an IV. His chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm. He had the most peaceful expression on his face, other times that I'd been with him; I'd watched him wake up at odd times, reach for the gun and aim it at nobody. He didn't even sleep a wink.I pushed his hair back away from his face which is when I heard the sound of footsteps approaching and I felt a presence in the room.I turned around to see Ezra standing behind me. He passed me a worried look."What did the doctor say?" I asked."There's nothing to worry about. Jack's out of danger." He confirmed.I didn't trust Ezra to tell me the truth. He could be lying to make me feel l

That afternoon I didn’t attend Maddy's funeral reception. I just wasn't ready to walk into that house and remember that horrific night when I'd found her body in the bathtub. Instead, I drove my brother there and decided to meet Ezra and tell him about the text message. I couldn't bring myself to tell Ken because I knew he'd blow a gasket and put me under house arrest.And that's probably exactly what the killer wanted. If I was scared enough to stay home, there was a high possibility he'd pick the lock and the next thing, I'd be face down in a tub filled with my own blood with my throat slit open.I couldn't let that happen.I drove back home, changed out of my black dress and decided to meet Ezra. Paul had promised to meet me and Ezra at the station. I was surprised he was acting so co-operative. Then again, his life was on the line too.Paul had beaten me to the chase. He was already seated in the diner with Ezra and Agent Flint Knight. Agent Sco

"You've got to be kidding me!" I stared at Ezra in disbelief. "Did Ken say that?" I may have forgotten how to blink. I shifted my gaze towards Flint to see if he would crack into a smile and declare that it was Ezra's idea to play the joke. No such thing happened. I had turned from suspect to victim and now I was reduced to being an actual murderer by my own brother. I stared at the grey walls of the interrogation room. A table separated the distance between me and the FBI Agents. Ezra was the first to speak. "Would you like anything to drink, Riley? Tea, coffee or water?" "I just need an answer." "The answer to your question is yes. He didn't outright say you killed all those people but he suggested that you may have something to do with it." Ezra explained keeping a poker face. I couldn't guess what was going on in his mind. And something else was different. They thought I was deranged. I didn't like the look