Page 58 of Hutch (Minnesota Raptors #2)

Daisy

“Bro, you are all over social media!”

“What? Why?”

“Look at your fucking social media. You are a person of interest in her disappearance and people are asking for tips on your whereabouts or hers. It’s been shared millions of times all across social media.”

“Mother fucker!” he screams.

I can’t see him. My eyes are swollen shut and I can’t move. I’m not sure how many broken bones I have. It’s hard to breathe, so he might have punctured one or both of my lungs.

“The fucking NFL is going to see this and there’s no way they’ll let me back in if they can prove we took her. How is she causing me problems even when she’s almost dead?”

“Let’s just leave before they find us.”

“They’re not going to find us. This rental isn’t in either of our names.

It’ll be fine. Once she’s dead, we’ll wait until everyone is asleep and load the body up then drive it out of state and dump it in a national forest that’s too big for anyone to find it easily.

No one can prove we took her. We’re each other’s alibi.

If we stick with the plan, we’re golden. ”

“Look at her. She’s already dead, man. You’ve beat her to death. I don’t even think she’s breathing! What more do you want? Let’s just leave her and go.”

“You might be right. She’ll die without help and soon if she isn’t already. We need to wipe the place down of any prints. No one can know we were here. Let’s do that and then we’ll bring the tarp down and wrap the body up so we can bleach the floors.”

Their footsteps fade as they go up the stairs.

I’m dying. I feel it.

Closing my eyes, I say a prayer for Nana to be waiting for me. I’m so sorry I didn’t tell Hutch I loved him, that he helped me to understand there was good in this world again.

I’ll hold on for as long as I can, but it won’t be long now.

The pain has faded to numbness.

No, death won’t be long now at all.