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It sounded like a solid plan. They would just leave it for him. Then she could put it all in the past.
“Okay.”
Yeah, we’ll just drop it off. She’d never have to actually see him. Not him. Mick. His bloodied face and mangled body came at her as if he were an apparition standing in front of her. The cut along his head was so deep the blood almost appeared black. Even the road seemed drenched in his blood. No matter how hard she’d try, she’d never rid her mind of the sight.
Macy moved to get up, and Cheyenne grabbed her hand. She opened her mouth, and her lips clamped. She was losing her shit with the vision of him lying in the road. “There was so much blood, Mace.” A tear escaped from her eye. “I’ve never seen anything like it.” Cheyenne sniffled. “It was horrible.” Macy immediately sat, taking Cheyenne into her arms for a tight hug. Cheyenne remained in her best friend’s embrace for quite some time. She needed it.
“Let me get my bag. We’ll do it now and be done with it.” With a tight squeeze, she released Cheyenne and got up.
She nodded, staring down at the envelope Macy had dropped onto the floor. Pull yourself together. So much for being a good Samaritan. She slumped down on the couch and swiped it up. This much cash and a body part?
She sucked in a breath just as she heard the knock. She whipped her head toward the door, and Macy appeared from the small kitchen.
“Who is it?” she mouthed.
Cheyenne’s eyes widened, and she shrugged, holding tight to the breath she had just gasped. She watched Macy inch near the door, but her stare was on Cheyenne. They were overreacting. Someone knocking on their door was not unheard of.
“Yeah?” Macy shouted.
“I’m looking for Cheyenne Wilcox.”
Her back straightened. Oh shit.
“Who’s asking?”
“Detective Ross from the Blacksburg PD.”
Macy gasped, and her mouth dropped open. Cheyenne shot up from the couch and immediately dropped her gaze to the envelope. Macy shook her head and mouthed again. “Hide it.”
“Where?” she whispered in complete panic mode.
“I don’t know.” They both frantically looked around the room until the detective knocked again. Macy pointed to the couch. “Under the cushion.”
Cheyenne followed her instructions and patted the cushion down before standing back up.
“Yeah, um, what do you need? Chey already talked to the cops.”
A soft masculine chuckle echoed past the door. “This is extremely awkward. Would you mind opening up?”
Cheyenne nodded, and Macy unlatched the door and stepped back as she opened it. The detective stood in the doorway, taking up most of the space.
“Hello.” His smile reminded her of a cop on TV, welcoming but suspicious. Of course he was suspicious. Everything they’d just done screamed they were hiding something.
Macy grinned and reached out her hand. “Hi, I’m Macy.”
“Pleasure, Macy.” His gaze shifted, and his smile grew. “You must be Cheyenne?”
Cheyenne nodded and took the hand he offered. She pulled back and wiped her hand on her jeans. Her palms were so sweaty there was no way he would miss it.
“I’m sorry to bother you. I just have a few more questions about the accident, if you don’t mind?”
She squirmed where she stood. “Sure, but, um, I told the officer at the scene everything.”
He nodded and pulled out a Blackberry. “Yeah, I got the info, and I appreciate you giving us everything. But the driver of the car? You didn’t see him?”
She had been honest when she’d been questioned at the scene. With everything going on, and all the police and ambulance, her mind was shady to details. She couldn’t remember the man. It wasn’t until now his face appeared in her head. It was a grainy resemblance, one she might not be able to describe, but if he stood in front of her, she’d be able to pick him out.
“Not really.”
