Chapter Nineteen

Alexa

I scrubbed my hands with scorching hot water until they were raw. The news headlines ran through my head on a constant reel. Easton Pierce makes a miraculous recovery! Easton Pierce is scheduled to speak with detectives later today. Will he confess? When will the infamous Easton Pierce head to jail?

A smile tugged at the corners of my lips. He’s not going to make it to jail. I’m going to kill him first!

Tucking my ponytail up into the navy hat I had stolen from a nearby locker, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. The image looking back at me wore a smug smile. The hat matched a one-piece dark blue jumpsuit with a nametag that read, “María.”  

Don’t mind me, your friendly, non-English speaking janitor.

Pulling the hat down low, I grabbed a wet floor sign and a bucket filled with warm soapy water and a mop.

Here I come, Easton…

***

Ding. A moment later the elevator doors opened. Stepping through, I kept my gaze on the floor and pulled the cleaning supplies behind me.

My heart started to race as I approached the two police officers guarding Easton’s door. I forced myself to take a deep breath. Calm down, Alexa!

“Yo estoy aquípara limpiar el piso,” I said quietly.

“What did she say?” asked one of the policemen loudly.

“Yo estoy aquípara limpiar el piso,” I repeated.

“Roger, I think she’s here to clean the floors,” said the other policeman.

The man nodded and turned toward me, he spoke slowly in a very loud voice, “You may clean.”

Idiot!

“Gracias,” I muttered as I crossed through the small space between the two uniform clad men.

Easton sat in the bed, staring at the ceiling. His wrists and ankles were cuffed to the bedrails. He had a large bandage covering half of his face with a few tuffs of hair matted to his forehead.

He didn’t even look up as I reached down and turned on a song on my iPhone.

I imagined picking up the bucket and slamming it against the side of his head. Ooh, the sickening crack it would make… Mmmmm! I shivered in delight.

Turning up the music a little louder, I started to mop in the far corner of the room. When I neared his bed, I dropped the mop and leaned over to pick it up off the floor.

“Don’t react,” I said in a low voice.

Easton tried to sit up, but failed. “Is that you?” he whispered loudly.

“I said don’t react,” I snarled.

Turning my back toward the door, I made eye contact with him for the first time since I pulled the trigger.

Easton opened to mouth to alert the police officers outside of his door.

“Don’t even think about it,” I growled.

His mouth snapped shut and he glared at the ceiling. “Give me one good reason.”

The taller of the two police officers turned around and stared at me. “Is he giving you any trouble?”

I pretended not to understand what he said and kept mopping. A few seconds later, shrugged and turned around.

I continued to push the mop around the room and dunked it in the water.

“Alexa,” he spat. “Answer me!”

Push, pull, push, pull.

“Are you seriously ignoring me?” A moment later, he let out a quiet growl. “You tried to kill me,” he said under his breath.

I let out a sigh as I pulled the mop over a stubborn red substance on the floor. “I should have shot you twice. Then I wouldn’t have to be here right now.”

Easton bit his lower lip. “I’m counting to three,” he whispered. “If you haven’t told me what the hell you’re doing here, I’m going scream at the top of my lungs.”

“No, no you won’t,” I said with a smile.

“Why not?”

I ran my tongue over my lower lip. Reaching in my pocket, I pulled out a folded piece of paper. Carefully opening it, I held it in my palm. “This is why,” I mouthed.

Easton’s skin turned pale and his jaw dropped. “You wouldn’t.”

I arched an eyebrow and crumpled the piece of paper in between my fingers. “Oh, but I would.”

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