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“See,” Antonio quipped. “I knew damn well she was the one. Just look at you, unable to control your fury, the thought of another having her driving you to madness! Charm her, Torin, win her heart. Embrace your destiny.”
Consequences
Donja was munching Doritos, shoulders hunched to the computer screen, scrolling page after page. “Hey, check it out, we have some hits on the pictures.”
Makayla looked up from her laptop. “Let’s hope it’s not more idiots. I read one last night that said it was his girlfriend.”
Donja laughed. “There’s one from a man here in the Soo who says they are family members. He says the album was stolen. He wants to meet with us, and wow, he’s offering a reward.”
Makayla’s cell rang. She picked it up.
“Hey honey,” she whispered.
Donja turned to look, certain that it was Gage. She wondered if he was with Torin. She bit at her lip and she knew it was wrong, a thousand times wrong, yet try as she may, she couldn’t rid her mind of his eyes. She watched in silence as Makayla’s demeanor shifted from joy to shock, followed by a palpable horror.
“Okay,” Makayla said, tears welling in her eyes. “Donja and I will take a walk outside.”
“What’s wrong?” Donja asked.
“The girl we heard about on the news,” Makayla sobbed, “the one found down by the river.”
“Yeah,” Donja whispered, her heart thumping wildly.
“It was Becky.”
“Oh, my God!” Donja leaned forward to softly grip Makayla’s arm. “Does Heather know?”
“I’m not sure,” she cried, “but Torin and Gage want us to take a walk outside and meet them. They have to question me.”
“Question you? Why?”
Makayla raised her tight fist to her lips, her head down contemplating. “I made a phone call, that’s got to be it.”
“What phone call?” Donja asked.
“Friday night I called Becky’s cell,” she sobbed, her voice breaking. “She didn’t answer so I called her home and left a message asking her to join us on Saturday for Heather’s going away party. I also sent a text begging her to come.” She raised a hand wiping at her face. “Her parents must have turned over the messages to the police or, they have her cell phone—”
“And since you were probably one of the last people to call her, they want to question you,” Donja cut in.
“I can’t believe this,” Makayla said shaking her head, “she’s dead,” she wailed, with tears streaking her cheek. “Dead!”
“So, are Gage and Torin questioning you for the Council, or are the police coming as well?”
“Just Torin and Gage, I think,” she sobbed. “They’re worried I might crack under the pressure and say the wrong things.”
“This is all so crazy,” Donja mumbled. “Let’s hurry and get outside before Mom sees you crying. She finds out about this and she’ll never let me leave this house again.” She stood up, her mind reeling.
Damn I need a cigarette!
~~~
Donja, dressed in skimpy shorts, a crop top and flipflops with her dark tresses pulled tight into a ponytail, opened the front door. Maestro bolted past her. She stepped off the stoop and paused on the flag stone walk, gazing at the picturesque sky. She exhaled, it was unseasonably warm and as the sun’s rays caressed her skin, she blinked with heavy lids, momentarily escaping her fears. She raised a hand to shield her eyes, careful not to smudge her makeup which today, was more goth than glam.
Maestro suddenly barked an alarm.
Donja winched, then spun expecting the scar-faced demon, but instead saw Maestro in hot pursuit of a rabbit. She exhaled. “Maestro! Get back here! Come here, boy!” she pleaded clapping her hands.
Makayla who had been sunbathing earlier, was donning shorts over her bikini bottom, a bikini top, flipflops and pigtails. “Maestro!” She called out, joining Donja’s pleas. They took off across the yard, following Maestro’s sharp barks. Donja cast a stealthy glance and Makayla was pale as a ghost with a shell-shocked look in her eyes. She wanted to help, reach out and comfort her but she couldn’t find words. She bit at her lip and it occurred to her that though Becky was a stranger, news of this death had affected her as well.
