The Belial Stone (The Belial Series #1)(16)

“Rocky, I-”

Rocky put her hand up. “It’s best if you don’t say anything yet. We’re going to have to do everything by the book or they’re going to pull me off your case. Okay?”

She nodded.

Rocky pulled out a camera. “I have to document all of this.”

Laney had known it was coming, but it still felt like a violation. “Okay.”

“I’ll make it quick.”

Ten minutes later, Rocky handed her a workout bag from her locker and gestured to the back of the room. “The showers are back there. There’s a change of clothes, shampoo, soap in the bag. When you’ve stripped out of those clothes, put them all in here.” She pulled a large evidence bag out of her locker.

Laney peered into the locker. “You keep evidence bags in your locker?”

Rocky smiled. “Well, you never know when you’ll need them.” She turned Laney, pushing her gently towards the showers. “Make it quick.”

Laney did as requested, not wanting to be alone for long with her thoughts. But the images flooded her mind. How had the man been standing after the shotgun blasts? Drugs, maybe? He hadn’t seemed high, but what other explanation could there be

By the time she’d showered and changed, she’d convinced herself that she’d imagined the man’s skill. She’d been in fights before, but never with such high stakes. She must have blown his abilities out of proportion due to the adrenaline.

As for his injuries, well, maybe she hadn't gotten him as good as she thought. Maybe the stab wound had been more of a slice and maybe the shotgun blasts had been off point. Sure, he’d need a doctor, but he could survive. After all, how else could he have made that last run for her?

And how did he run so fast? She shook her head. Imagination. It wasn't fast. At least, not abnormally fast. Maybe I even passed out for a moment and it only looked like he made it across the floor in such an incredibly short time.

Ten minutes later, she was sitting in an interrogation room with damp hair, wearing Rocky’s work-out clothes, which made her feel like a giant. And she had convinced herself that she’d imagined her attacker’s skill and recuperative properties…almost.

Rocky walked in carrying two cups of coffee and kicked the door shut behind her. She placed one in front of Laney before taking a seat next to her. She gave Laney’s shoulder a comforting squeeze, but otherwise stayed completely professional.

Laney was thankful for it. If Rocky had showed her any compassion, she was pretty sure she’d be a crying mess on the floor. Professional was better.

“The Dewitt police are letting us take the lead on this. But you’re going to have to speak with them as well.”

“Okay. What do you need?”

“I need you to take me through step by step what happened.” Rocky took out her pen and pulled over the legal pad on the steel table in front of her. “Start when you got up this morning.”

Laney went through all the events of the morning. By the end of her recitation, her shoulders had drooped and she was tracing an invisible figure eight on the table top. “And then I called you and came straight here.”

Rocky flipped though her notes. “He told you his name?”

“His first name. Although I’m pretty sure he didn’t think I’d be sharing that information with anyone.”

Rocky nodded. “Okay. So if I’ve got this down correctly, you shot him twice at close range, stabbed him, and used his skull for batting practice. That about right?”

Laney looked up and saw the smile playing around Rocky’s lips. She returned the smile. “Yup. That’s about right.”

“Well then, off the record: good. Back on the record, thank you for your statement, Dr. McPhearson.”

A knock at the door pulled the women’s attention. A tall, black, good-looking detective in his late twenties strode into the room. Detective Mike Chapman, Rocky’s partner.

Mike nodded at her. “Hey, Laney. You okay?”

“Yeah. I’m good, Mike.”

He pulled up a chair. “Just heard back from Dewitt. They said your house definitely looks like a fight took place. We sent over our crime techs and they’re all over the place. They found plenty of blood, but no body.”

Laney straightened up. “Did they check the neighborhood? The hospitals? I mean, that guy was really hurting. He couldn’t have gotten far.”

“They’ve checked. And they’ll keep on checking, but so far nothing. They’re canvassing the neighborhood right now. There was a blood trail leading out the back door. It disappears just beyond your property line.” Mike hesitated. “And there’s one other thing.”

Laney pictured the man’s face and had a feeling she didn't want to hear what this last thing was. “What?”

At Rocky's nod, Mike continued. “There was a note for left for you.”

“A note?” She tried to envision the bloodied man sitting down and penning a quick message to her. “As in paper and pen?”

Mike shook his head. “No. As in blood and your kitchen island.”

Laney’s stomach dropped. “What did it say?”

Mike’s eyes were full of compassion, but he looked her straight on. “See you soon.”