Page 192 of Secret Obsession
He shrugs. “You guys left it in front of her apartment after the break-in, and she was using yours for most of the time after. I doubt it was much trouble for him to get into it, and he stashed his brother’s body in the trunk.”
“Well, fuck.”
Knox raises his chin. “Yep. But as I said, it’s all taken care of. I grabbed her stuff out of it and dumped bleach in the back. It might be better off in a junkyard, honestly, the smell is eye-watering. And before you ask, I’m not going to fucking tell you anything else and incriminate you.”
I grunt. The urge to shove him into the fire is lessening, although it’s not the worst idea I’ve had…
“The detective has been documenting the harassment since the beginning,” he adds. “And she admitted to telling Willow about the other girl’s testimony. Caleb said it’s reasonable to assume that even if Freeman hadn’t drugged her and tried to kill her, simply being alone in a room with him would give Willow reason to fear for her life. I just wanted you to know that this case is going to close. It won’t be hanging over your heads forever.”
I blow out a breath. “Okay.”
“Okay,” Knox repeats.
“Yeah.” I extend my hand. “Thanks.”
After a beat, he shakes it. It’s weird, and not at all how I’d normally interact with Knox. But there’s something broken between us. This is just the first step to healing.
Setting the bone, no matter how painful.
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WILLOW
Free and clear. Somehow. Miraculously.
I rush back to the hockey house, my heart soaring. I feel lighter than I have in the past few weeks. Like once the police agreed that his death wasn’t my fault, exactly, my mind and body caught up, too.
My parents and sister are coming tonight. They’re staying at a local hotel, and then they’re going to meet me at the arena.
It’s the first night of the playoffs. Go figure.
Spring break passed in a blur. My parents didnotcome out to Crown Point, something to do with work or whatever. But Indie came to visit me for a weekend. That was fun, and she flirted with Finch whenever she saw him.
Did it leave the poor guy stammering and blushing?
Yeah.
It was fucking funny.
“Miles?” I call, stepping inside. I bypass the living room and head for the stairs, trotting up to our room. I push the door open and step inside, looking around.
Nothing.
Back in the hall, I spot the closed bathroom door.
I grin. I open it silently, spotting familiar gray sweatpants on the floor outside the shower. The water is running, the curtain closed, and I creep toward it.
Miles is either going to not be surprised at all, or he’s going to jump a foot.
Hopefully he won’t deck me.
I slowly grasp the edge of the curtains.
“Gotcha!” I whip it open.
Finch screams.
He’s naked. Wet. Fuck.
