Page 133 of Guarding Over You
Unless Erika had been waiting for the right time and it fell into her lap.
Yet she was right there helping him save Arden.
Or was she really?
He was too caught up in what he was doing to notice what anyone else was.
“Erika’s social media page. She’d been posting a lot of things about regret, loss, revenge. Trigger words. I was piecing things together to question her and then once they verified whose car it was, it all came together.”
“None of it is for me,” he said. “Nothing makes sense.”
“Tate detained her on the way in.” Ford’s tone hardened. “They’ve brought her to a room. She said she wouldn’t talk to anyone but you.”
“She didn’t ask why she was being detained?” He blinked. The sleep deprivation, the last twenty-four hours, the adrenaline. It all scraped raw. “But she asked for me?”
Ford shook his head. “No. I saw her. She said right away she wanted you. I know guilt. It’s there. It’s up to you though if you want to talk to her.”
“I need to know why,” he said, walking toward the door and following his brothers to the holding in the hospital.
The minute they walked in, Tate moved to the locked door, security pulled the key and opened it, him and Ford going in. He knew damn well Clay wanted to but would stand outside and watch.
Erika sat at the table, her eyes hard and rimmed in red. “Did she die? Did Arden die?”
This wasn’t the young peppy nurse he’d gotten to know in the past eight months. This was someone with a twisted evil flowing in her veins.
Her eyes were dark, her fists clenched, her teeth almost grinding in her anticipation for the answer.
Was this the reason she wanted to see him first? To see if she succeeded?
“No. She’s going to be fine. She’s awake and alert,” he lied.
If Erika was detained walking into the building, she’d have no knowledge that Arden’s future was still in the air.
“No. No, no, no. I’ve waited too long.” Her head pivoting, eyes twitching rapidly. “I’ve worked too hard to get here. I only had one shot. I should have waited. She needs to die like Tyler. You needed to watch it just like me.”
“Tyler?” he asked, his eyes shifting to his brother and Tate.
“My boyfriend,” Erika snarled. “Youkilledhim.”
His head was spinning. Lack of sleep, the turmoil of the past twenty-four hours, now this nonsense. “I thought your boyfriend’s name was Toby.”
“My current boyfriend,” Erika snapped. “Before him was Tyler. We were going to get married. He was stabbed. They rushed him here. You were the doctor on duty. I tried to help him in the bar. I’m a nurse. It’s my job! I stabilized him before the paramedics arrived. But you, you killed him after I held him together!”
She was standing behind the table now, Ford moving forward in front of him along with Tate, their guns out.
Erika hadn’t been charged. She hadn’t been read her rights.
She hadn’t even asked why she was here, yet she was confessing just the same.
None of this made sense, yet it all did in a sick, twisted way.
“I don’t know who you’re talking about,” he said.
“Yes, you do. A little over three years ago. Your second day on the job. Tyler was brought in with stab wounds to the chest.Youdidn’t save him. You let him die!” Erika was screaming so loudly there was spit flying out of her mouth.
Jesus Christ.
His mind scrambled for a memory. He’d fought beside a team for that kid. He’d pulled every thread he could.
