Page 54 of Chandelier Sin
My guess wasn’t far off, probably.
I gritted my teeth in frustration. “This was why you asked me here?”
“Afterwards, we can talk.”
“What did he do?”
“That’s right, blame the victim.” She turned away. “I need him alive.”
“When did this happen?”
“This morning.”
“You didn’t think to call 911?”
“I’m not allowed.”
“What?”
Ben groaned, proving he was in pain.
I lifted my phone to my ear.
I’ll do it myself.
Stepping toward the window to get better reception, I slid my finger across the screen to get to Eve’s last text where she’d sent this address.
She ran at me and snatched the phone out of my hands. “No!”
“No?”
It was hard to hate her, even as I saw the wisdom in it. Trust was gone—not that there’d been much in the way of that before.
She’d gone from being one of the most exquisite creatures I’d ever set eyes on to a woman I wanted to avoid.
Eve clutched my phone to her chest. “First, make him comfortable. Then I’ll give you what you want.”
Yeah, I didn’t trust her to talk about Pendulum, not after this.
Scanning the room, I searched for clues as to what might have happened to him. Then I glanced out the window, concerned the men who’d done this might return.
I could leave.
But he needed urgent care.
Furious, I stalked over to the deluxe first aid kit. It contained everything a medic might need to sustain life.
Why the fuck did Eve own this?
“In case of earthquakes,” she said, as though reading my mind. “In case no one comes.”
I wasn’t sure I believed her.
Snatching up the stethoscope, I approached the bed. “Ben?”
“Yes,” he managed, hoarsely.
“I’m going to examine you.”
