Heather was pacing up and down the kitchen, nervously waiting for Isabel to call her back. She couldn’t imagine what kept her so long. She didn’t have a job, she didn’t have a boyfriend anymore. She was probably wallowing in self-pity, while Heather was about to be ripped to pieces, according to the newspaper.
She dialed Isabel’s phone again and growled when it was her voicemail again. “Seriously? Where the hell are you? Cas is here. What part of get here ASAP did toi not get? Don’t toi read the newspaper? He’s a lunatic. He’s killed four people already in less than 48 hours and if toi don’t hurry up I’m going to be next”
“Heather?”
Heather startled and hung up. She turned around and forced a smile.
“You seem a little on edge. Something bothering you?” Cas asked jouer la comédie concerned.
“What? No, no, eh, I’m just trying to reach a friend” Heather explained truthfully.
“A friend? Inspector Roberts, perhaps?” Cas took a wild guess and Heather stiffened.
“Former inspector” Heather corrected him weakly and could slap herself for revealing such information.
Cas smiled. “I couldn’t help but overhearing part of your conversation” he a dit apologizing. “What was that about me killing four people in less than 48 hours? How do toi know that?”
He’s not even denying it, Heather realized downright scared to death. Cas looked over her shoulder and noticed the newspaper. His profil was on the front page.
“Well, that explains it” he a dit rather cheerful and he looked up. He knew the anges were behind this.
“What are toi doing with that?” Heather asked, trying to pull herself together. “You can have it. It’s yours, but then please get out”
“Yeah, I don’t think so” Cas replied. “Why leave now? The fun’s just getting started”
“What?” Heather a dit confused, having no chance to add anything else, since Meg pierced a syringe in her neck. She Lost balance and Meg caught her.
She dialed Isabel’s phone again and growled when it was her voicemail again. “Seriously? Where the hell are you? Cas is here. What part of get here ASAP did toi not get? Don’t toi read the newspaper? He’s a lunatic. He’s killed four people already in less than 48 hours and if toi don’t hurry up I’m going to be next”
“Heather?”
Heather startled and hung up. She turned around and forced a smile.
“You seem a little on edge. Something bothering you?” Cas asked jouer la comédie concerned.
“What? No, no, eh, I’m just trying to reach a friend” Heather explained truthfully.
“A friend? Inspector Roberts, perhaps?” Cas took a wild guess and Heather stiffened.
“Former inspector” Heather corrected him weakly and could slap herself for revealing such information.
Cas smiled. “I couldn’t help but overhearing part of your conversation” he a dit apologizing. “What was that about me killing four people in less than 48 hours? How do toi know that?”
He’s not even denying it, Heather realized downright scared to death. Cas looked over her shoulder and noticed the newspaper. His profil was on the front page.
“Well, that explains it” he a dit rather cheerful and he looked up. He knew the anges were behind this.
“What are toi doing with that?” Heather asked, trying to pull herself together. “You can have it. It’s yours, but then please get out”
“Yeah, I don’t think so” Cas replied. “Why leave now? The fun’s just getting started”
“What?” Heather a dit confused, having no chance to add anything else, since Meg pierced a syringe in her neck. She Lost balance and Meg caught her.
