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I roll my eyes, giggling, and drop back down on the pillow. A few more minutes to wake myself up won’t hurt anyone.
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Work sucks. Over the half term, someone had come in and trashed the back of the library where we keep some of the older books. Instead of having someone come in at the time of the break in, they decided to wait until we were back to give us the grunt work.
Go figure.
Alex walks up to me, his lanky frame struggling to hold the pile of books in his fragile arms. “You could help carry these, you know.”
I give him my sweetest smile. “But then who would sort them out into piles?”
He rolls his eyes as he puts down another pile on the table. I don’t think any more are going to fit on this one, and I’ve already started piles on the floor.
“You could at least pretend to want to help, you know.”
I shrug, shoving a lollipop in my mouth. I go back to the task at hand, when the door to the library opens. Alex and I turn to each other warily before I get up off the floor to see who has come in. It’s been closed for the day, until we can get some of the books in order.
When Jordan comes into view, I break out in a wide smile and rush over to greet her. “Jordan, hey. How are you? Did you have a good break?”
She smiles back, waving. Jordan is beautiful, even with all her piercings and tattoos. They add to her feminine, badass sex appeal. She has it all going on.
Her hair has grown since I last saw her and is now in a short bob, the left side shaved in some sort of pattern. The ends of her black hair are florescent pink. I like it; it suits her.
“Hey, Allie. It’s been good—I’m good.” She glances over my shoulder, smiling. “Hey, Alex, how’s it going?”
“I’m doing all the shit work,” he gripes.
I turn around and roll my eyes at him. “Stop complaining already.”
Jordan laughs. “She getting you to work all those muscles?”
He laughs at her teasing, not taking what she said to heart. “Something like that. It’s good to see you, but I need to get these books out here. There isn’t enough room back there for us to sort them back into order.”
She nods and waits for him to leave before turning to me. When her expression turns serious, I know she’s found something.
When we took down Logan and his friend, it felt good, really good. Not only that, but when it was announced they had been arrested, I noticed a difference in Rosie, Becca and Willow. Something had flashed in their eyes, and I knew I wanted to do it again. I wanted to help people find justice.
And if I’m honest, all the planning, the secrecy, and getting justice lit something inside me. When Christie was announced murdered on the news, that same spark lit inside me and I knew I had to find out who did it. I’m also shit at waiting for the ending of a story, so I want to find it out myself.
It gave me the idea to write a book on a true murder, and what better way of writing it than finding out who the killer is and why they killed her.
Jordan was already working on the case, reporting what happened on her blog, so I asked if she could share any information she finds. I also wanted to know if this happened to Christie because of Logan. It just seemed weird it happened so soon after their arrest.
“What did you find?”
She nods towards the empty table near the front desk, and I follow. She grabs a folder and a memory stick before answering.
“I found out a lot and none of it is pretty. A friend of mine hacked into the police database. I didn’t ask how or why he did it, but he did. The memory card has the crime scene photos. He took out the gruesome ones of her wounds, but other than them, that’s everything they have. The only things that stand out are the way she was positioned, almost like he took care of her, and the cause of death… She didn’t die from the stab wounds; she died of strangulation. Evidence, however…” she says, opening the folder. “Her hair was cut. From what I’ve read on true murders before, a killer will do this when he or she wants a keepsake, a memento. It’s the only explanation I have on the hair thing.”
Jordan tugs on her lip ring for a second before taking a deep breath. “You could have been on to something when you said Logan was somehow involved. If his parents are as high up as you say they are, then he could have easily gotten them to hire someone. Sounds very Chicago Mob, I know.”
I stop her from turning the page, holding her arm. “So, he could have done it?”
I didn’t like Christie, but she didn’t deserve to die. I’m not going to cry over her death, but I’m also not going to rejoice in the fact she’s gone, either. She was bitch and made Willow’s life hard after she’d been raped.
She sighs, dropping the page she was about to turn. “I don’t know. It doesn’t make any sense. Christie got away with a warning because she testified against them in court. But both Jamie and Logan had been sentenced before her murder. It still pisses me off that she got away with drugging some of the victims.”
“He could have done it for revenge.”
