Semua Bab Twice the Charm: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Anthony sat motionless, his eyes distant and his hands gripping the armrests as the plane rumbled to life and slowly began to pick up speed as it skimmed across the asphalt runway.His stomach churned painfully. He was uncomfortable. Panic clawed at his chest as he stared emptily at the empty seat in front of him.He hadn't meant to stab the police officer. Instead, he'd done it out of sheer panic— acting in the heat of the moment.He pushed out a breath of air slowly, reclining into his seat. He squeezed his eyes shut, a pathetic attempt at dispelling the noise in his head.The previous afternoon at Riverson's house had turned into a nightmare. He barely had time to think before his hand moved on its own. In a split second, he'd grabbed the knife and plunged the blade into the man's chest.After the first strike something snapped inside of him. Frustration. He went again and then again before reality closed in on him. The officer lay on the ground, choking in his own blood. By the t

Anthony's chest rose and fell as he locked eyes with the lifeless man. Shit, shit, shit! No, he hadn't planned on attacking the man— killing him even but there was no way he'd left 1 man talk to the cops. No, that wasn't an option either. He checked his clothes, his fingers and his shoes. There were no blood stains. Panic filled, he dragged the body behind an abandoned stack of air conditioning vents that'd been left to nothing. Once he was sure the body was well hidden, he briskly hurried down the stairs, slowing down as he neared the event hall. The music drowned the thudding in his chest. “Anthony!” His mother called from a group of guests that'd circled around her. “I've been looking all over the place for you.”“I had to find the men's room,” he replied, easing his tensed nerves and stuffing both hands into his pocket. “I actually thought I'd head home. I'm fagged out.”With a kiss to her forehead, he turned around and left, hurrying towards his car parked outside. .What th

Chapter Fifteen “And you think that’s our guy?” The detective asked. Sarah nodded.“He looks similar to the guy you're looking for and ever since the whole case got publicized, he vanished. No one heard from him, no one saw him.”Detective Banes stared at her. “Did you notice anything suspicious before the murder took place? Maybe he bought something odd or…?”Sarah shook her head, slightly embarrassed. “No, we don't live together but I just have a feeling he has something to do with this,” she replied.Banes shot her a weary look and got out a notepad. “What's his full name?”“Anthony Wells.”He frowned. “The Anthony Wells of Wells and co?” He almost laughed. “Anthony would never.”Sarah frowned. “I'm not joking. This isn't some sort of prank-”“Lady, I don't know who you are to him but Anthony Wells would never be involved in something like this. He's a busy man, you know? He probably travelled out on some business trip,” the man replied.Sarah felt stupid and frustrated. She knew

Shit. Shit. Shit.Chris could hear his heart hammering in his ears as he sat still, his hands cuffed together. Detective Klein stood across the room, quietly speaking into his walkie, relaxed and unaware of the storm building up inside Chris.Rhodes had stepped out for a bathroom break. That left Chris alone with the detective—and one shot.Klein looked like he could hold his own. Broad shoulders, lean build, dressed in a tailored suit that hinted at a gym habit. But even the strongest man could be taken down if he didn’t see it coming.Chris’s gaze dropped to the pen on the table.It wasn’t a weapon. Not really. But it was the only thing he could use.Chris shifted in his seat carefully, his muscles tense as he gingerly rose to his feet, without managing to to scrape the floor with his chair. Slowly, he reached for the pen and neared Detective Klein. In one swift move, he'd lunged at him and with a force he didn't know he had, slammed Klein's head into the wall. The sound was sicke

Chapter NineteenThere were no signs of the cops yet or any suspicious looking vehicle but Anthony was still tensed. He glanced over his shoulder and yelled for Abby. “Hurry up! C'mon!” Abby, out of the toilet, dried her wet hands against her pants and hurried towards Anthony. “Did you see anything?” She asked. “No, we've got to start moving.”Abby's eyes shifted to their luggage. On this part of town, cabs weren't exactly a thing. Taking the bus was an option but it wasn't the best. “We need a car Anthony. We can't carry all things by hand down to the bus station,” she said. Shit, she was right. He peeked through the blinds again and spotted a car parked out front the motel. It was empty and there was no one else in the lot. “Gather the suitcases towards the door and hold on, okay?” He didn't wait for Abby to respond, instead, he hurried outside towards the car.Abby frowned, her eyes glued to him. What was he thinking? Anthony checked the front doors— they were both opened. H