Page 42 of Craving Vengeance
Betta thought about screwing Meyers before she did him in, but the thrill of the hunt was too strong. She’d simply wanted him dead. Because he was such a dick, she did suppress her urgency and took the time to coax him into his wings first. She wanted to tease him and lead him on a bit before she gave him the opportunity to find out if his voluntary mission work bought him passage through the pearly gates.
Betta pulled the wings from the bag she’d brought with her to Meyer’s hotel room. She’d saved him the trouble of having to pick up his cupid costume for the fundraiser. He had no time for such things. His time, since he arrived so late on this special day, was better spent manipulating Shannon and helping to make her look guilty as sin in terms of murdering her past lovers.
Betta smiled. She was having so much fun. She handed the wings to Meyers before she reached her hands behind her back and pulled down the zipper of her dress. Her dress fell to the floor exposing her bare breasts and the small patch of material covering her fresh Brazilian Shave. She shimmied out of her thong and by the time she looked up again Meyers wore nothing but wings. He was such a player; so easy, and such an idiot for a man with a doctorate.
Meyers opened his mouth to receive the piece of chocolate Betta held. He’d eaten his candy like a good boy, then sat on the bed and patted the spot next to him before he hurled, fell back, jerked, and stilled. His once piercing blue eyes turned as dark as Lake Michigan in winter.
Betta’s icy veins warmed at the sight of him sprawled out on the bed. He’d been such an easy target—almost too easy.
Betta leaned back in her chair and stared into space as she basked in her pleasurable thoughts of her good day. She nearly patted herself on the back for a job well done. She’d gotten a lot done in a short period of time. She’d saved the female gender from a great deal of potential heartache today by taking out four womanizing man whores. The corners of her mouth twitched upward. She couldn’t suppress her smile even if she tried. Sheer excitement rushed through her veins at the speed of light. She had one last trick up her sleeve to pull off before the clock struck midnight, and she was in the perfect position to get it done.
* * * *
Auniformed officerentered the interrogation room and cuffed Bethany, but not before she blew a kiss in the direction of the two-way mirror, winked, and mouthed, “All for you, Spinelli.”
Her words were unmistakable.
Hysterical laughter rang from her lips as the officer guided her out of the room and took her to holding. The shrill pitch echoing in the precinct was deafening.
Marsh caught Spinelli’s gaze and shook his head. “She’s one hell of a crazy bitch.”
All eyes drifted to the Captain as she entered the room. Marsh informed her of Bethany’s last actions in the interrogation room. Jackson nodded. She didn’t seem surprised.
A few beats of silence passed. He was sure the others were of like mind. Just when they’d thought they’d seen everything something like this happens.
Jackson broke the uncomfortable silence. “Well, I guess our work is done here.” Her gaze shifted to Spinelli. “I’m sorry, Nick.”
“Me, too.”
She glanced at her watch. “I can’t believe the time already. So much for our Valentine’s Day. I’ll see you all in the morning.”
Jackson hadn’t taken two steps away from them before they heard the 911 page come through from holding. They were calling for medical assistance.
Spinelli ran in that direction. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know who the call was for. Walker, Marsh, and Jackson were on his heels.
The young night-shift officer guarding holding buzzed them through in stride. They stopped in front of Bethany’s cell. She lay convulsing on the floor in her vomit. Her eyes looked like they were about to pop out of her head. The acidic stench of her vomit scorched Spinelli’s lungs.
Within seconds, the EMTs pushed their way through. The officer attempting to help Bethany rose to her feet and stepped out of their way.
“What happened?” the older of the EMTs asked the officer.
“I don’t know...I locked her in the cell and started walking away. I hadn’t taken but a few steps before she began to cough. I looked back at her to find her face already as red as a fire truck. Then she vomited several times, fell to the floor, and started convulsing. At that point, I called for you guys.”
The EMT looked at Spinelli. He stood the closest to them. Jackson, Walker, and Marsh had been smart enough to keep more distance between themselves and the cell. Spinelli swiped his sweaty palms over his thighs. Sweat beaded on his temples and upper lip. His mind was telling him what to say, but it was as if the words wouldn’t come out of his mouth. The EMT’s look intensified, snapping him back into reality.
“Cyanide. She may have poisoned herself.”
Bethany’s body suddenly stilled. The EMTs strapped oxygen to her and loaded her onto the stretcher. Within seconds they were gone.
With the exception of Shannon, who still waited in the lunchroom for Spinelli, they all gathered in Jackson’s tiny office awaiting the news on Bethany. Minutes later Jackson’s desk phone rang. All eyes shifted to her.
“Captain Jackson...uh huh...I see...okay.”
Her sympathetic brown-eyed gaze landed on Spinelli. She didn’t need to speak for him to know the outcome, but she did anyhow.
“Bethany died en route.”
Though that had likely been Bethany’s plan all along, it didn’t make Spinelli feel any better.
