Page 83 of A Curse On Black Lake (Black Lake Gothic Cowboys #1)
Chapter sixty-two
Killian
“Wyatt!” I yell again.
Nothing.
“Dammit, Wyatt, this is life and death! Get your ass in here!” I scream and bang my fists on the bars.
The door opens, and Wyatt crosses his arms, leaning against the jamb. “What do you want?” he asks.
“Did you see that guy with Eliana?” I ask him. My hands vibrate from the adrenaline.
“Yeah? Who is he?” Wyatt asks.
“Eliana said he was an old friend, but something was off about him. I’ve never seen him before.”
“What am I supposed to do with that?” Wyatt says.
“She’s in danger. I don’t know how I know, I just have a feeling. Please, I am begging you to trust me,” I say. I’ll get on my knees if I have to.
“Killian, you’ve been arrested for multiple homicide in the first degree, so why in the world would I release you?” he asks.
“Maybe because I didn’t do anything, and you know it!” I yell. My patience is all but gone. But I need him to trust me again.
He rubs his beard and puffs out a breath.
I would be a terrible serial killer if I’ve killed this many women and have evaded law enforcement for this long, to the point of also working with them on the cases that I’ve supposedly committed.
“Why didn’t you tell me about Eliana’s stalker?” he asks.
I jerk back. “Honestly, I didn’t trust you. But can we talk about that later? Please Wyatt. He’s going to hurt her, and I’m not there to keep that from happening. Please,” I beg.
“Yet you and Eliana think I did something,” he states.
My jaw ticks. It’s not him, and one knot of many untwists in my stomach. “I really hoped it wasn’t you, but from my perspective it was hard not to consider.”
He palms the back of his neck. “You know … I never thought you did it, and I don’t think you’re capable of it. But all the evidence points to you,” Wyatt says.
“Fine, I get it, but I think this is the guy. He knows too much. I could see it. You know I can see those things in people. Come on, Wyatt, if it’s not him, if I’m wrong, fine, put me back in jail. I won’t say a thing until my day in court.”
“I can’t do it,” Wyatt says.
“Wyatt, I am begging you to pull the stick out of your ass and think for a minute. If I killed those girls, why did I actively put myself in front of you? I didn’t have to call you when I found her body.
No one would have known if I hadn’t called you.
There is no way I could have killed the woman you found at Eliana’s.
I was with Eliana all night. She would have known I left. ”
“Maybe she lied,” Wyatt mumbles.
“Why would she?” I ask.
He doesn’t answer.
“Why would I have killed a woman, and made her look like Eliana when I have Eliana?” I ask him.
“I know crime isn’t always logical, but that makes no sense at all. Even you have to agree with me.”
Wyatt rubs his chin thoughtfully. “And you think this guy with Eliana is the guy?”
“It’s worth going to check to know for sure. You lose nothing if it’s not him. But you get the guy if it is, and I can finally move on from this bullshit.”
Wyatt pulls a ring of keys from his belt and stops in front of the door. “I’m trusting you, Killian. If you’re wrong, don’t fight me to come back here.”
“Deal, come on, open the door. We need to go now.”
Wyatt hesitates, then unlocks the door. He stops me before I can step out of the cell. “I have to cuff you, or the guys are going to ask questions. This has to be believable.”
I groan and spin around with my hands behind my back. “Fine,” I grunt.
The cold metal wraps around my skin, and he grabs my arm like he would any criminal and leads me out of the holding room. I keep my head down, and my mouth shut.
Wyatt takes me through the back door of the station and around to the passenger side of his truck and unlocks the cuffs.
He doesn’t say a word backing out of his space, heading to my ranch.
“Wyatt, faster. We’re running out of time, and I’ll kill you myself if something happens to her before we get there.”