Most of the ones buried here were relatives of local farmers. She didn’t know what possessed her dad to pick this spot. One thing was for sure, it was wonderfully isolated, very country, and peaceful.
She turned the car off and ran to her father’s site. The grass was trimmed, as it always was, but still somehow, the marker seemed abandoned. She was sure Dan didn’t visit, and even if he did, she doubted he ever hand-pulled the weeds that tried to take over the marble headstone. She knelt and grabbed the offensive greenery from near the roots, yanking them out. She needed somewhere to discard the plants. Running back to the car, she opened the trunk and dug around until she found a shopping bag. She hastened back to her task of cleaning up his area. She didn’t have to talk out loud to her dad. She could talk in her head. She always felt like he could hear her thoughts when she talked to him and she was too tired to speak it all out. Too tired to relive it all. She wiped the fall heat’s sweat from her forehead. She ran through everything in her mind, telling Dad all about it, catching him up. Well, she ran through everything except how hot it was to be with Finn. She kept her head-conversation with her father G-rated.
“So that’s it, Dad.” She resorted to talking out loud. “That’s the whole story. Pretty unbelievable, isn’t it?”
The swishing of the wind in the branches, the dust puffs the wind rustled up, the clouds passing above head creating shadows, all of this was as if her dad was there, listening, speaking to her.
“Now I don’t know what to do. I’m so tired.”
She didn’t remember ever feeling this tired before, but now, she was beat, weak, almost faint. It had to be the hormones from the pregnancy. She lay down on the grass, parallel to her father’s grave. Made a pillow of her purse.
She closed her eyes, all she needed was to rest the grit of fatigue away for a short spell. She wouldn’t sleep. She couldn’t sleep. There had been too much going on and adrenalin felt like it was still pumping in her body.
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A sound woke her. A sound she should know. She knew that sound. She didn’t want to open her eyes to verify that sound because she knew it.
The sound of a shotgun being pumped.
She tried to regulate her breathing, but her pulse felt like it was revving up to the rate that would give her a heart attack. One tiny bit at a time, she cracked her eyes open.
A man, holding a shotgun on her. No, not a man, an Asazi She knew who he was. The other guard from that night. How did an Asazi find her out here?
“Get up slowly. No tricks. I will not hesitate to kill you. Not after what you did to my partner.”
There was no point in arguing with him or making him mad. She nodded, rose to her feet.
“Put these on.” He tossed a set of cuffs to her.
She’d had enough of cuffs, especially behind her back. She put them on, keeping her hands in front of her, not eager to have a face full of upholstery or making a long drive with her hands behind her.
“Can I say goodbye to my father?”
“No. I didn’t say goodbye to my partner.”
“It was self-defense. Actually it was an accident. I didn’t mean for that to happen.”
“Proceed.” He gestured to the other car in the parking lot.
She picked up her purse and made her way to the car.
Chapter 14
Finn
Finn’s phone rang. His heart stopped. Marissa. She was safe. Except it wasn’t her name on the screen. No. it was Kal’s. This should have made him somewhat happy, perhaps, but it didn’t. He pressed the screen to answer. “Tell me she’s okay.”
“She’s okay.”
“Now tell me how you know this and where she is.”
“She’s been picked up by Talik. He’s taking her to the vessel. She will be transported to Kormia. For trial. For murder.”
Merck’s partner. This scared the hell out of Finn. He knew not all murderers made it to trial in Kormia. He knew that Kal was hoping that she’d be
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