Page 54 of Holy Sinner

Early enough.

The early enough is to help keep the police at bay when it comes to Kit. She isn’t okay right now. Jumpy and paranoid and there is the fact that she keeps insisting she had something to do with Jane’s disappearance but when we asked her how, she didn’t have an answer.

“I want to talk to the cops.”

Rafe came unglued from the couch and stood. “Fuck no, you’re not talking to the cops.”

“You didn’t do shit with her. You were sleepwalking. That’s it.”

“But what if I did?” Kit shook her head and started to pace. “I-it could have been me.”

“You’d remember it.”

“Not if I did it while I was-”

I shook my head at her. “While you were what? Sleeping? You’re not a killer, Kit.”

There’s no leaving her alone right now. Not when she could turn around and run to the cops half-cocked with some bullshit that she had anything to do with the missing assistant.

“It’ll be fine. I’ll be with her,” I tell Rafe and he doesn’t look convinced but he still nods. It’s a lie which catches my attention. There’s no reason for Rafe to lie to me.

“She’s just spooked,” he says, eyes on the pages in front of him. He flips through the pages and doesn’t look at me but I see what he’s not saying. His jaw ticks and I know the fucker has to be grinding his teeth.

That’s easy to agree with. Not a lie at all.

“Yeah, she is.” I turn and look over our shoulder at Kit. She’s waiting in line at the coffee shop. We’re in the main lodge and despite what went down here over Jane, it’s surprisingly normal. The staff is acting oblivious to the fact that one of their suites is covered in blood like a scene out of a horror movie and that a woman is missing but presumed dead. The cast and crew, though?

They’re not so keen to play dumb. There’s a pall over everyone and I’m not missing the looks they’re throwing Kit’s way. I’d be happier with her staying back at the cabin but I don’t trust her. She’s liable to call the police and confess to a murder she didn’t do. I don’t know why Kit was out there but I know the champagne she was drinking like water probably had something to do with it.

“I’m going to keep Alana with her. She won’t do anything if we’re both with her.”

Kit’s best friend and agent is here. She drove in first thing this morning with a pissed off look on her face and her phone in her hand like she was going to throw it at someone. She’s the only person that’s made Holly stand down.

“You want to talk to her the way you did when you found her in the woods because the next time I hear about you accusing her of shit I’m going to have her lawyer down here so fast the cheap dye you use is going to spin off your head.”

Alana isn’t wrong. Holly does dye her hair. I like her.

I glance around the lodge again and see that everyone is keeping their distance from Kit and Alana. They’re smart to do it. I know Alana wouldn’t think twice about going for their throat. She’s old money. The kind of person that was raised to make it everyone’s problem when they’re uncomfortable or feel targeted. That shit can be annoying but right now it's gold, because she’s going to use it to keep Kit safe.

“I already started looking for somewhere else for us to stay,” Rafe tells me and tucks the pages he has under his arm. “There’s a couple of places that might work but they’re a ways out.”

“How far?”

“‘Bout two hours.”

“Shit.”

He nods solemnly. “I know, but it could work if we need to get some more space from filming. Might be far enough to be able to leave Kit alone too, if we have to both be on set.”

He’s got a point, so I nod. “Good point. I don’t fucking hate it.” I pause because this next part is something I bet Rafe already knows but it needs to be said. “Speaking of nearby…you know who else is nearby, yeah?”

He sighs and makes a show of dusting imaginary lint off of the cuff of his dress shirt. “Yeah, I know the bitch is here.”

“It’s an hour away.”

“Wish she was dead.”

“Don’t think I didn’t try.”

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