You Had Me at Halo(46)

Vince on the other hand had nothing to worry about it. He was strong and lean and unlike Todd, it didn’t feel like his muscle had merely come from repetitive weight lifting. Not that Todd didn’t have a nice body of course, but there was something...harder...about Vince’s.

Shit, Holly, you’re doing it again. I don’t know what the hell you’re thinking about but you’d better stop it, okay.

Crap. Holly glanced down and groaned. What was it with her, Vincent Murphy and bedrooms? She immediately switched her attention to a boring accounting lecturer she’d had at college and things soon returned to normal.

Well, apart from the fact she was well and truly mortified of course. Thankfully, at that moment Rochelle finished the call and a couple of minutes later Holly heard the bathroom door shut and the pelting noise of the shower being turned on.

Holly wasn’t going to wait around a minute longer than she had to and so she pushed open the wardrobe door and hurried back down the stairs and outside.

Gemma was waiting for her around the corner with a pale face and half-chewed fingernails. “Did she see you?”

“Nope, clean get away,” Holly said.

“Oh thank God.” Gemma blew out a column of air in relief. “I had visions of her finding you and then using her stiletto to chop your body up into little pieces and then hiding it under the bed.”

Holly shook her head. “No room under there, and besides, I’m already dead. I think that would be like a double negative or something.”

“Oh.” Gemma paused for a minute to consider this. “Well, perhaps you should’ve told me that before and saved me all the worry. Anyway, don’t keep me in suspense. Did you find anything?”

“Not a sausage,” Vince was the one who answered. “Though she did seem to have a strange collection of stuffed teddy bears. Is that a crime?”

“It should be.” Holly tried to sound light-hearted but inside she was panicking. Not only did Vince probably think she had a one-track mind, but there had been no signs of any pills. She’d been so sure there would be as well. After all, every police movie she had ever watched ended like that. The out of favor detective would follow their instincts, no matter what, and it would always pay off.

Whoever said life wasn’t like the movies, sure wasn’t joking. It seemed as though the same went for dying.

“Don’t worry,” Gemma was saying now. “Holly, we’ve still got tonight and tomorrow.”

“I was just so certain—and what about the photocopied article she had in her office?” Holly wailed.

“It could’ve been because she really does get motion sickness,” Vince said in a soft voice and for the first time since Holly had landed in his body, she started to realize there was a good chance she could fail. The thought made her feel ill. It was bad enough dying, but to die and know that her parents were two levels above her was something she could hardly bear to think about. She had so much to tell them, so much to say.

“We still have time,” Gemma said firmly.

“You’re right.” Holly sucked in a lungful of air and tried to compose herself. “I just need to keep focused and work out what I’m going to say to Todd. I’m sure as long as I can get everything sorted with him, it will be okay.”

“That’s the attitude.” Gemma nodded her head in approval.

Vince coughed. “There’s just one problem.”

“Technically there’s two problems,” Holly corrected since as well as Todd, she still hoped to find out how she died. “But—”

“No,” Vince cut her off as he held out his arms. “This is a different problem. Where’s my satchel with all of your things in them.”

“Please tell me Gemma was minding it while we went into Rochelle’s?” Holly could feel her voice wobbling.

Gemma held her own hands up to show they were empty. “I don’t think you had it with you. I knew that drinking beer was a bad idea.”

Okay, so Holly was pretty sure she was about to have a breakdown. This was so not good. In fact it was very very bad, and if—

It will be alright, Vince’s firm voice echoed in her head and before she could start to panic any more, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and made a call.

“Andrew, it’s me...”

“What’s he saying?” Gemma demanded the minute Vince started talking to the technician. “Is it there? Do they have it?”

Holly let out a sigh of relief as she heard Andrew confirm that the bag was underneath the bar where they had been standing earlier. If Holly wasn’t in Vince’s body she would’ve given that guy a kiss next time she saw him. In fact she would’ve kissed Vince as well. His zen-like calm was becoming more than a little addictive.

She gave Gemma the thumbs up and then waited until Vince finished the call before letting out a large whoop of joy. “Thank goodness that your friends know how to party. I was sure they would’ve left by now.”

“Actually, they are just about to head into town, so if we want to get it, we’d best get moving,” Vince added. “They said they’ll wait for us to show, but best not to keep them too long.”

“Let’s get going.”

Gemma hooked her workbag further up her shoulder. “I might just head...home to get ready for my date tonight. If that’s okay? I mean I know this about you and Todd, but I sort of want to look nice for Simon.”