Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Please let me be wrong about this.
Pushing to my feet, desperately needing to tell someone, I take the receipt and rush next door to the clubhouse. I want to show Bonnie; I need to find out if I’m crazy, or if this truly could be something that happened. I need answers, and she’ll know how to get those answers for me. Rushing into the clubhouse, I charge past Fury and Mex who are talking to another group of bikers. Fury calls out to me, but I don’t stop. Rounding the corner toward Western’s office, I slam into a hard form. Hands go to my shoulders, pushing me back, and I come face to face with Colt.
I haven’t seen him since our fight.
I don’t want to see him, either.
I shrug him off, stepping back, not wanting his hands on me. I press the receipt down to my side, panting from my run over.
“What’s goin’ on?”
“Is Bonnie here?”
He ignores my question. “What are you doin’ here, Myla?”
“Is she here or not?” I snap. “I’m not interested in having a conversation with you, Colt.”
“Myla.”
Bonnie’s voice comes from behind Colt, and I see her coming out of Western’s office with him following close behind.
“We need to talk. Now.”
My voice is urgent, my skin clammy, and I feel like I might just pass out because of the sheer rate my heart is racing. Bonnie kicks into action straight away, walking toward me and taking my arm, leading me out of the hall. Colt mutters something but I don’t look back. Only when we’re safe in a quiet room do I turn toward Bonnie and thrust the receipt at her.
She looks down at it, then back up at me, confused.
“I’m going to sound insane, I know, but Chloe got her car fixed two weeks after Colt’s sister was killed in a hit and run.”
Bonnie’s eyes narrow, then widen. “Are you saying you think she killed his sister?”
“Tell me I’m crazy. If you tell me I’m crazy I might just believe you.”
Fists clenched, I look at her desperately.
“Wasn’t Chloe out of town when it happened?” Bonnie asks.
“What if she was coming back? They had a fight, maybe she came back in and didn’t tell him.”
“I know it looks bad, but it could be just a horrible coincidence,” Bonnie tries to reassure me.
“She was being threatened. She had a secret. She left Colt and changed. All of those things point right to this,” I say, shoving my finger at the receipt. “Why would she need her car fixed in a town four hours away?”
Bonnie exhales. “It doesn’t look good. I have an idea, let’s call this number and see if the owner remembers her coming in and can tell us what the job was for. It could be something innocent, that in no way indicates she hit someone. Maybe that’ll clear this up.”
I nod. It’s a good idea.
There is no missing a large dent in a car that needs repairing.
It says on the receipt, paintwork and body repairs, but it doesn’t say for what.
Maybe she was going to that town for a reason and reversed into a post or something simple like that, and that explains why she got the car fixed there.
I just can’t believe she would do something like that and never tell a single soul.
I just ... It’s not possible. Is it?
12
It was something big.
Those words keep replaying over and over in my head. I can’t seem to get them to stop screaming, like a nightmarish replay that I can’t pause, no matter what I do.
It. Was. Something. Big.
We called the man who fixed Chloe’s car. He remembered her because she was so pretty and sweet. Not to mention it was one of his bigger jobs, so he recalled it as soon as we explained what we were looking for. The story he told us was that she was traveling to see family when she hit an animal on the road just outside of town. She didn’t see what it was, but thought it might be a deer; it was something big and it ran off the road but left her car incredibly damaged.
He didn’t question it at all.
He believed her story, fixed the car, and she went on her way.
I’m numb.
I’m now sitting by the ocean, at the café that is now my favorite, Colt be damned.
Bonnie is beside me, and, for the last hour, we’ve been sitting in pure silence.
When we found out the information, everything changed.
There is no way to believe it is anything else, how can there be?
Chloe didn’t hit an animal – she hit Colt’s sister and killed her.
“Maybe it really is true,” Bonnie finally speaks, her voice weak, like she’s pushing herself to try and believe anything other than the startling truth.
“It isn’t,” I say. “She has no family that lives anywhere around there, she would have no need to travel that far except to find a mechanic who could do the job without question. Not to mention the sudden change in her and the fact that someone was threatening her. It all points in one direction, and nothing we can say is going to change that. My aunt killed Colt’s sister, and she never told a soul.”