Page 53 of Walker

Darren took my phone from me. I had people calling me that I knew in high school and wanted to see if it was Josh again doing this.

Everyone treated me like a leper then, no one wanted to be close to me in case Josh wanted to kill them too.

Shit sucked.

The police station comes into view and my heart feels like it’s going to stop in anticipation. There’s already a news station right outside of the doors, on the steps.

Walker parks and walks around to the passenger door, helping me out. “You can do this, angel,” he tells me, his hand cupping my cheek.

I close my eyes, pulling myself together. I straighten my shoulders, lift my chin. “I’m ready.”

Darren and Walker take my hands, walking on each side of me. The camera crew spots me and they start yelling, flashes going off as they run down the stairs to come meet me.

Walker pushes them back, hard once they press against me, trying to get my picture, mics in my face. Darren has me against his back, away from camera shot. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Darren asks them, fuming.

A lady in a suit curls her nose up at Darren. “We’re here for her, so if you could let her go so we can speak to her about the “Blonde Hair Girl Butcher.”

They name him.

“I don’t fucking think so. Let us pass. Now,” Walker growls at her, standing in front of Darren and me.

One is trying to sneak past Walker and behind Darren to get to me. “If you fucking try, I will lay you out right now,” Darren tells him, pushing him back.

They step back when they see the guys are serious. Darren pulls me in front of him with Walker leading us inside. I cover my eyes at all of the flashes and Darren practically carries me up the stairs in the hurry to get me inside.

The detective is standing in the lobby. “I didn’t know they were outside.” He glares at them, still taking pictures through the window.

I feel so exposed right now. They’re still yelling at me through the doors wanting me to come out and speak to them.

Why me?

“Why are they wanting to talk to me?” I ask, moving further away from the door.

He sighs. “Well it seems a pretty popular true crime blogger was looking into the case, her post went viral and it mentioned you in it.”

Well, that is just great, just great.

We follow him to a conference room; I’m glad to be out of their view. I take my phone from Darren and google the blogger to see what she is saying.

The first words I come across are “a psychotic stalker who can’t have the girl he wants” and “he resorts to killing those who look like her.”

I can’t read anymore. Darren takes the phone from me putting it back in his pocket.

I’m heartbroken and so pissed off right now that this is happening once again. “Josh had an abusive homelife, that’s why he lived with us. Do you think his family is still around? Do you think they have contact with Josh?” I ask.

The detective purses his lips together. “They were found dead a few weeks ago. Fairly certain we all know who was responsible for that. We didn’t find the body of his sister.”

I cover my face, breathing deep. “Well, what do we do from here?” I ask.

He looks at my guys. “I want to get you on camera asking for Josh to let her go; she is only sixteen years old.”

It’s like he is going back in time when we were teenagers.

“I’ll do it, but not to those outside.”

He looks so relieved that I agreed. “Deal.” He walks out of the room leaving us alone. Darren turns to me. “You know you don’t have to do this, right?”

“I know, but this is the least I can do, right? This girl, who is sixteen, has been kidnapped by Josh. We don’t know for sure, but we all know deep down that it’s him. He wants me, not her. Maybe seeing me will make him realize?”

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