The small, secluded corner of the charity event became the stage for a confronting Jack, and it was as if Grace couldn’t think of anything than what they had planned, as she stared at Jack’s face. He looked as if he could have shot her if they were alone, but thankfully, they weren’t. Zeke’s penetrating gaze fixed on Jack, looking at him with reproach, something to mirror the exact way Grace felt.“You’ve been walking a tightrope, Jack,” Zeke said, his voice carrying a weighty seriousness. “But the act ends now.”There was nothing Grace could do but let Zeke take the lead, but at the moment, she seemed to have lost her voice and things seemed to be like a dream. She couldn’t believe in a million years she would be able to do a thing like this, confronting Jack, a man who had made her suffer all those years ago, like this.Jack’s facade flickered briefly, a moment of uncertainty crossing his face before he regained composure. “I’m not following,” he retorted, striving to mask his grow
Charleston, West VirginiaFBI BuildingWhen Agent Conner walked into the observation room the afternoon of that Saturday, he didn’t think he would see their boss, the deputy director, Mr. Jimmy, and a junior agent, Agent Smith in there.He was wearing a dark blue suit with a white and black striped shirt inside it, and he stood there in front of the one way mirror with his arms folded across his chest.“Sir,” he greeted him with a nod.“Agent Conner.” Mr. Jimmy nodded at him and then he greeted Smith then he sighed, before turning back to look through the one way mirror, where Agent Ezekiel sat and on the opposite side of the chair, was Jack Northland and Mr. Darien, his lawyer.The bastard had lawyered up the moment Zeke had mentioned warehouse to him. “What has the bastard said?” Conner asked looking at his junior colleague, but Agent Smith just shook his head. He hadn’t said anything, Conner thought. If the shake of his boss’s head was any indication.Conner furrowed his brow, pond
Talking about using herself as bait when she realized Jack had came to town.“What do you mean?” Charlotte asked with a frown on her face as she looked at Grace panting.Grace put one hand on her chest and the other was pointed outside the door of the shop. “He’s here, Charlotte. My ex husband is here.” She said, swallowing at the same time, talking.She had gone out to take the trash when she saw him down the road on the main street seeing as she had decided to take the front.She was scared, or maybe she was more than scared. She wanted to go hide somewhere, anywhere at all, wherever it was that he wouldn’t find her.“What? Are you sure?” Charlotte asked, the distress showing right there on her face. She was sure that she was going to have a heart attack if care wasn’t taken because of how hard her heart was thumping against her rib cage. Nodding as she looked from Charlotte to the door, she said. “Yes. I’m sure he’s the one I saw.” She said.“Okay, you know what?” Charlotte asked w
Looking back through her rear mirror, she sighed at the town she had left behind, the one that made her suffer for all these years, the one she was running from. Grace Donovan swallowed down the spit in her mouth as she continued to drive away, hoping to never have to live that kind of life anymore, the one she had lived for five good years of her life, not that they were good years. It took everything in her not to turn back when she made this decision, because of the fear that leaving him, leaving everything behind would have repercussions. Those she hoped she wouldn't have to deal with, and that was why she was running now, as far as she could go. She had left everything that could help him find her behind so that she had nothing he could trace her with on her, including her phone and laptop. She wouldn't put it past him to install a spyware app on her phone and laptop, so she wasn't going to take that chance. Grace had been married to Jack Norrland for five years, and in those
The sky was clear, for a day in the middle of July when the weather forecast had announced an eighty percent rate of precipitation for today, but he didn't care about that right now. Noah Roberts just needed to get a cup or two of coffee into his system to start his day, before heading to the hospital. He had gracefully slept at home last night after his surgery had been canceled but it was scheduled for three o’clock this afternoon. As he parked his Chevrolet Silverado, he glanced up in the sky, and then around the street. The rain might pour, but the clear sky was deceiving. Shaking his head, he waved at the bakery owner on the other side of the street, before turning to go into the coffee shop. “Hey, Char.” He greeted as he saw his cousin's sister walk around the counter to assume her position as the barrister. She made amazing coffee with different designs. “Hey, cousin. You look well-rested today.” She said. "The usual, please." He said as he walked up to her. Before he cou
Grace was sorry for acting like she did, but she couldn't help being nervous. And she hated people putting their hands on her. “May I help you?” The woman asked, and she looked up at her, realizing that she had been staring at the counter for a couple of minutes or so.Clearing her throat, she offered the woman who was staring at her from behind the counter like she was two-headed a small smile. "Huh, sorry. I would like to grab a hot cup of coffee.” That was all she could manage before a clap of thunder in the distance roared behind her, and she ducked, grabbing the counter so hard her knuckles turned white from holding it too much. Shaking violently, she started to hyperventilate, her throat closing in on her. She heard the woman rush around the counter to her, and then she heard the doorbell sound again as the door to the coffee shop opened.They must be getting another customer, but she was here displaying her innermost insecurity right in the middle of the day because the loud
Grace opened her eyes slowly, and a white bright light blinded her for three solid seconds. She closed her eyes tightly after and blinked it open again, her eyes adjusting to the light. She looked above her, and then she tried moving her head around to see where she was. She didn't have to though, if her senses had picked up on the beeping sound that came from a hospital monitor. She was in a hospital, a hospital a stranger had brought her in on the first day in town. Fuck! What was she going to do now? She was going to have to leave here and go somewhere else. It was either that or risk being known by other people. Too much was at stake here already to be discovered. She had been exposed to people noticing her and that was the last thing she wanted. She was worried a lot about a lot of things, and how to get out of there without being noticed, get to her car, and get out of town were at the top of the priority list. Looking from left to right, there was no one there in the room
Noah saw the fear enter her eyes the moment Gavin mentioned the interrogation, and again, he frowned. As he had predicted before, something was wrong, something he couldn't quite place his fingers on, but all he could deduce from the situation, was that she was running from something or someone; if the weird scars the female nurses had found on her body was anything to go by. He hadn't seen it himself, but Dr. Gavin had seen the pictures they took of it. The nurses had been forced to snap it when they were changing her out of her sundress. Whoever had inflicted those wounds had made sure to never put them where they would be visible. She was surely not the one that did that to herself. He would be going there to check it out after this. “Huh, why?” Grace’s voice came out suddenly in a question. It was Gavin that answered before he could. "Because we noticed something weird about you that we were forced to report.” He said. She tried to sit up, but Noah quickly helped her raise t