Subject:  CHAPTER 66 - FINALLY - |
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Date Posted: 17:33:06 10/07/05 Fri
CHAPTER 66
Niki rambled around the ranch house while Cassandra slept. They had reached the reclusive hideaway the previous evening after a frantic drive up the coast. Cassandra had said it would be the perfect getaway—a place Michael would never think to look.
Niki remained unconvinced. Was any place truly safe? Especially one so close? Grabbing a magazine from the coffee table, she plunked down on the couch. She was beginning to feel sleepy. Worrying about where or what Michael might be doing was fruitless. She sank back into the cushions Her eyes were getting heavy, her thoughts drifting when suddenly, a loud bang startled her into full alertness. She turned, falling to the floor on one knee, as she waited to hear a second shot. When it didn’t come, she inched her way along the floor to the side of the bay picture window and listened. After a few minutes, she began to feel silly and peeked around to see a large tree limb lying across the front walk. The reality of the false alarm was almost a letdown. Was she wishing Michael had found her?
Bored, she crossed the room and turned on the television. Maybe watching a movie would help her relax. After flipping past Cheers and Jeopardy to watch ten minutes of Matlock, she settled on the local news. The station was running a story about a murdered debutante. She couldn’t have been more surprised when Cassandra’s picture filled the screen. Grabbing the control, she quickly re-set the volume. Three minutes later, she was climbing the stairs two steps at a time. Cassandra’s room was the last door on the right. Niki opened it without knocking, flinching as it slammed loudly against the wall.
“You faked your death?” Her voice rang shrill riding on the wake of the banging door.
The sleeping woman, who had jerked upright when Niki first entered, lay back against the large, plumped pillows, her thick hair, disheveled from sleep, falling loosely about her shoulders. Languidly, she reached for a smoke. “Suppose I did. You wanted to get him, didn’t you?”
“Yes, but not like this. I didn’t want to frame him for murder.”
Cassandra arched her brows in a telling gesture. “You didn’t frame him—I did. Why do you care? He ruined your father, didn’t he?”
“Not Michael—his father. Anyway, he didn’t send him to prison.
“Yeah, well, justice is blind. Their kind needs to be taken down a peg or two.”
The woman’s callus tone caught Niki off guard. Was Cassandra really as cold and calculating as she let on? Was she a sociopath? The possibility of Michael going to prison for a crime he didn’t commit didn’t seem to affect her. The thought was unsettling. How far would the woman go to meet her goals? Maybe Michael wasn’t the only one in danger.
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