Page 102 of The Voices are Back

“The fuckin’ window?” I shook my head.

She nodded.

“Yes,” she nodded her head against my chest. “She’s off her rocker again. She said ‘he’ll kill you.’ Or something like that. And then started to attack me. I freaked out and my body did what it does best.”

Meaning, she passed out, and her mother had either thought she was dead, or close to it.

I’d never thought I’d be happy that Morrigan had POTS before, but there I was, appreciating the fuck out of it.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” I said as I walked with her to the bathroom.

• • •

She wasn’t hard to find.

Between Folsom’s ability to hack anything, anywhere and Kobe’s ability to find anyone, anywhere, she was quite easy to lock down. Sunny and I showed up at the hotel room that she’d rented for a night under a fake name.

She opened the door with an unsurprised look on her face, as if she’d only been counting down the minutes before someone showed up to apprehend her.

“It was worth it,” she said stiffly.

I looked over at Sunny, who produced a set of handcuffs. “Let’s go.”

She came easily.

And it was weird as fuck to walk with her to Sunny’s police car because she acted as if she were going on a trip, not going to the police station.

When we got her into an interrogation room, Sunny instructed me to stay outside while he went about interrogating her.

It was weird looking at her.

She was an older version of Morrigan, and I knew in a few years, Morr would look exactly like her.

She didn’t look bad at all. In fact, she was quite attractive for a crazy lady.

My phone rang, and I picked it up without looking at the readout.

“Hey,” Morrigan breathed. “Did you find her?”

“We did,” I confirmed. “I’m at the police station now. Sunny has her in an interrogation room. Want to listen?”

“No.” She sounded grossed out. “I’ll talk to you later. Bowie and I are going to get lunch. He’s asked about my turtleneck about a hundred times.”

I grinned, seeing my reflection slightly in the glass. “Love you, baby. Be careful.”

She hung up, and I got back to work listening to Sunny interrogating Morrigan’s mother.

“Why did you attack your daughter?” Sunny asked, skipping right to the good part.

“He is obsessed with her,” she whispered. “He’s going to hurt her. I just thought I could do it less painfully.”

Less painfully.

I closed my eyes as the implications tore through me.

“What happened?” he asked, mirroring my thoughts. “What do you know?”

“I’ve been doing my best to keep an eye on him throughout the years,” she explained. “I come by once a month. Go through his things. Make sure that he’s being good, I guess. But the last few times I’ve come, he’s become overly obsessed with all things Morrigan.”

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