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For as erratic and troubled as she’s been, it feels out of left field. Our last spat must’ve pushed her over the edge.
I approach the tub and notice the folded suicide note resting on the nook. She must’ve placed it there before taking the pills. The letter reads as I expect:
Baby,
All I’ve ever wanted was to be yours. I would’ve done anything for you. I would’ve loved you for what you are. No one else ever will. No one will ever worship you like I have. But you insisted on pushing me away. You loved that girl. You treated her like you should’ve treated me. You’ll regret what you’ve done.
Celeste
I crumple up the letter and press two fingers to her eyelids, easing them closed. Callous as it may be, the first thought on my mind isn’t what Celeste would’ve hoped it’d be—now I have yetanotherbody I’ll have to dispose of.
One is more than doable. Two is a handful. Three has exceeded the limit.
I sigh and rub my temples. Leave it to Celeste to inconvenience me in this way.
Grady’s still awake in his cell. He perks up at the sound of the door scraping open, then releases a guttural scream at what I drag inside.
“You’re a fucking monster! You’ve killed somebody else, you fucking psychopath!”
At first, I ignore him. I’m too busy tugging Celeste’s naked body to the same corner of the freezer where Fyodor’s long-dead body resides. I’ll most certainly be working through the night. Dusting off my hands, I shoot Grady a scalding glare.
“You lower your voice, or you will jump to the front of the line. Do you understand?”
Grady backs up against the wall and quivers on the spot. “Man… I don’t want to die. I don’t want to be involved. Let me the fuck out of here.”
I ignore him, stacking Celeste’s body on top of Fyodor’s partially dismembered one.
“I’m talking to you! You can’t do this to me. You have to let me go. You… you can’t… you fucking psycho.”
“You must not realize your words mean nothing.” I straighten up and reach into my pocket. My phone has started vibrating. The Caller ID screen reads Lyra. I turn to head for the passageway leading back into the penthouse.
Grady rushes up to the cell bars, gripping them tight, trying to squeeze his face in between. “You can’t fucking leave me like this, man. Get back here!”
The dungeon’s iron door swings shut with a resounding thud and drowns out the rest of Grady’s staunch protests.
I’m much more preoccupied with my incoming call. Lyra rarely calls. She’s much more of a texter.
“Lyra,” I say when I answer. “I didn’t expect to hear from you again tonight. You asked for space.”
“I have a confession to make.”
Though she can’t see me, I lift a scrutinous brow. “Alright. Go on.”
“Kaden, I’ve been…” she sighs in between her words. “I’ve been investigating you.”
I’m aware, little lamb. But I thank you for your honesty.
I feign a sound of mild surprise. “Is that so? Find anything interesting?”
“I found little to nothing. But, Kaden, that’s not even close to everything.”
“Lyra, what are you trying to say?”
“These detectives have been approaching me. They’ve been asking questions.”
Also already aware.
“Have they? What would these questions be regarding?”
