Page 66 of Holy Sinner

“I saw Jane…w-we were at the bar in the lodge but when it closed we all went to an after party. Some of the guys made a bonfire, you know out at the firepit in front of the lodge?” I remember the fire that was still burning, how it felt like a party had been shut down unexpectedly. Everything starts to make sense the more Alexia talks. The pieces to the timeline form and slide into place. “Well, we were out there until I don’t know…almost four in the morning. Jane left just after 3:30. When she left she reminded me that I was going to get less than two hours of sleep if I stayed much longer. I was there with a friend and we were having so much fun that I wasn’t really paying attention, none of us were. This place is like paradise,” Alexia’s voice trails off and she clears it before starting up again, “You know what it can be like on location. Nothing is comfortable, not really. But this place is luxury down to its foundation. We had to party. We had to enjoy it while we could but then, oh god, Jane.”

Three fucking thirty in the morning. That’s the last time Jane was seen alive. Ten minutes, that’s the time between Jane leaving the bonfire and the photo burning a hole in my pocket. Rafe and I are Kit’s alibi for the timeframe because we were all asleep. Whoever took that photo couldn’t have been waiting for Jane in her room at 3:30 am if they were taking the photo of us at the same time.

There’s more than one person involved in this bullshit.

There’s two.

God fucking dammit. One killer is too many and now there are two. I don’t have the patience for this bullshit.

“Listen, you need to get back to your room. Where were you going? Go there now.”

“I was going to a friends.” Alexia tucks a lock of hair behind her ear and there’s a pink blush across the tops of her cheeks when she starts to speak again. “It’s just, no one knows we’re dating. He’s in cabin 7.” She jerks a thumb in the direction of the cabin and clears her throat. “Please don’t say anything.”

I don’t give a fuck where she’s going.

“I wouldn’t dream of it. Your secret is safe with me. Go there now. Stay there. It’s not safe.”

“You think Holly would do something to us?”

“Look at what happened to Jane is all I’m saying.”

Alexia looks in the direction of the cabin. “You’re right, I-I know she probably did it but what the fuck am I supposed to do? We’re in the middle of filming and I don’t have a single day off because I’m scheduled every fucking day. How am I supposed to look her in the face knowing what I know?”

“It’s going to be tough but you get in touch with the cops and give them a statement. Have you done that yet?”

“No, I was in shock before. They said they would be in touch. I know they’re coming back for questioning. They’ve been out at the clearing where Kit was today.”

“How do you know that?” My voice sounds sharper than I mean it to but Alexia doesn’t notice.

“Everyone that’s been on set knows. It’s all anyone is talking about, well that and Jasmine.”

“Jasmine?” That surprises me. The little wannabe has been laying low over the past couple of days. I’d almost forgotten about her with everything that’s happening. “Did she go missing?” If the killer is grabbing random women from set then whatever timeline we’re on is accelerating. I know the signs well enough to identify the game they’re playing. The more people that end up dead, the faster they’re coming for Kit.

“What? No, it’s nothing like that. She kind of lost it on set today.”

“Lost it how?” I keep my face carefully schooled for concern, my voice pitched to communicate that I’m just as upset about whatever she’s talking about as she is. I’m the perfect mirror image of Alexia. Everything she’s feeling, so am I.

Her eyes dart up the path in the direction of the lodge and I look that way too. “Lost it how?” I ask again.

“She attacked Rafe. I’m surprised you don’t know already.”

“When we’re working it’s not like that,” I tell her and that’s true. When we’re on set, we aren’t keeping tabs on one another. Luckily our schedules have overlapped enough there’s no real need to keep an eye on the phone and where we go, so does Kit. She’s always been the most important part of us.

If Kit is safe there is no need to worry. Rafe and I can take care of ourselves well enough and until now we’ve never had a threat feel real. Whoever is doing all of this has changed that.

“Attacked Rafe how?” I ask and that gets Alexia talking.

“She lost it. I’m talking completely fucking insane, yelling about how she loved him.”

“Loved Rafe?”

“No, someone else…at least, I think so. She went psycho and threw herself at him, tried scratching his eyes out too before security pulled her off of him.”

The thought of Jasmine drawing blood from Rafe has me feeling a mix of emotions. First, joy enters my heart knowing she fucked his face up because he’s a dipshit thorn in my side. The second emotion is anger, because nobody but me touches my boyfriend. If she so much as ruined Rafe’s hair I’m going to finish what Kit started when I get Jasmine’s ass alone.

“Where is she now?” I ask and I know I got the tone wrong as Alexia takes a step away from me and gives me a nervous look.

“I-I don’t know. She just, they took her away.”

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