Page 56 of Devilish Debt
“-constitutes as anintendedattack.Pre-meditatedmurderto be exact.”A contemplative hum is delivered alongside a raised palm.“Attempted murdercould be added as an additional charge to the proceedings dependingon jurisdiction.Perhaps evenconspiracyto commit murder.”
“Attempted murderwith a fucking speargun of all things,” growls our bombshell on a third grind.
“What?!”
“You know I come from a family of doctors,” Garcia casually taunts.“My parents are doctors.My grandparents.Mysister.”
“You would be a terrible doctor,” I teasingly throw out around the man’s groans.
“I know.And winningthatargument certainly aided in me finding my true calling as an attorney.”Garcia casually relinquishes his phone to the table in order to fold his hands in his lap.“You, sir, could use one of them with that open wound; however,she,on the other hand, requires my particular skillset at the moment to keep her feet in the sand instead of a cell, which I will help her do, by informing the cops or court or jury that my client is clearly executing her right to self defense or if someone were to see this footage-”
“Which they wont,” I interject.
“We could argue due to the discovery of the new information thatyouwere involved in the attack on her life – just hours ago – that she suffered from a momentary, trauma induced, psychological break that resulted in her stabbing you.”
“Twice,” is cheekily added by me.
“Why’d you put a hit out on me, Ernie?”
“I didn’t!”The injured male swears, agony thickening his tone.“I-I-I I swear, I didn’t!”
“Then why have you been in steady contact with Varun Wooten aka the man who tried to kill her?”I swiftly interrogate.“Why were you calling him constantly over the last few days?!”
“Kill you?!”Confusion coats his expression, temporarily replacing discomfort.“Varun was only supposed tofollow you!”
“Why?”Her question has all three of us eagerly listening.“Why would you want him to follow me, Ernie?You trying to get me to move back into your place?”
“No!”
“Trying to get me back into your pants?”
“No!”
“Trying to get me to scare off your ex again?”
“No!”
“Then why?”
“To figure out where you’ve been diving!”
“Why?”
“Because…” The lack of adaquete wording has her digging the utensil in even further, likely scraping bone.“Ou!!!Fuck!Fuck!”
“An answer,” demands our bikini babe.“Now.”
“Because she paid me an ass load of cash to figure that shit out!”
Begrudgingly – because I would bet my annual donation to Crouching Tiger, Hidden Donation on already knowing the answer– Icautiously ask, “Who?”
“Princess Temperance Weslington.”
Chapter 12
Garcia
Someone’s trying to kill her, so what does she do?
