The Girl From the Woods
22
I don't know when I fell asleep, but by the time I woke up there was a pounding on the door and a pounding in my head, both of which were pissing me off. So I dragged myself out of bed and across the apartment.
"I know you're in there."
It was a woman's voice, not the hard officer I was expecting since the news broadcast.
"I'm not coming out," I said. "What are you doing here? Didn't you see the news?"
Bridget's voice was rough. "Fuck the news. You're not a killer, Q."
I sighed and rested my head against the door. It was cool, and it eased my headache a bit. But not enough.
"You don't know that," was all I could think of to say.
"I do know that," she said, her voice slightly muffled behind the door. "Please talk to me."
"I'm sorry."
I walked away from the door, went to the cabinet for some aspirin, and turned around to face the TV.
Then my phone rang.
I didn't want to answer it, but I knew it wouldn't stop if I didn't.
"Hello?"
"Is this Quinn Mathers?" a male voice asked.
I blinked and shut my eyes. "Who is this?"
"All that matters is that I know who you are," he said, his tone light. "I know you didn't do what they think you're guilty of."
"And how is that you know that?" I asked, leaning against the counter of the sink.
"Because I killed Rachel Saunders," he whispered.
"I know you're in there."
It was a woman's voice, not the hard officer I was expecting since the news broadcast.
"I'm not coming out," I said. "What are you doing here? Didn't you see the news?"
Bridget's voice was rough. "Fuck the news. You're not a killer, Q."
I sighed and rested my head against the door. It was cool, and it eased my headache a bit. But not enough.
"You don't know that," was all I could think of to say.
"I do know that," she said, her voice slightly muffled behind the door. "Please talk to me."
"I'm sorry."
I walked away from the door, went to the cabinet for some aspirin, and turned around to face the TV.
Then my phone rang.
I didn't want to answer it, but I knew it wouldn't stop if I didn't.
"Hello?"
"Is this Quinn Mathers?" a male voice asked.
I blinked and shut my eyes. "Who is this?"
"All that matters is that I know who you are," he said, his tone light. "I know you didn't do what they think you're guilty of."
"And how is that you know that?" I asked, leaning against the counter of the sink.
"Because I killed Rachel Saunders," he whispered.
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So he finally has a name, but things have gotten complicated. Oops.