Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 110492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 552(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 552(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
At that moment, a voice shouted,
“Police! Nobody move!” and a policeman with his gun drawn stepped warily inside the cabin.
“Officer, thank goodness you’re here!” Amanda exclaimed. “Look—these two broke into our cabin and attacked us,” she continued, pointing at Torri and Vic.
“That is untrue, officer,” Vic said steadily, frowning. “I am the one who placed the call for help in the first place when I was informed that my female was being attacked.” He nodded at Torri, who he was still holding close.
“Hey—are you one of those Kindred fellas?” The policeman, a big, rawboned man in his fifties with cheeks red from the cold outside, looked at Vic closely.
“I am.” Vic nodded. “These two individuals are my female’s ex-mate and his mistress—they came here to attack my female, Torri.” He nodded down at her.
“He’s lying, officer!” Amanda yelled indignantly. “They broke in to attack us! Me and my honey, who’s over there unconscious on the floor!” She pointed at Chuck and broke into braying sobs that were obviously fake.
“If they’re the ones who broke in here, why is that lady wearing her nightgown and you and your ‘honey’ are dressed all in black like you don’t want to be seen in the dark?” the policeman asked, frowning skeptically.
Amanda didn’t seem to have an answer for this. She stood there with her mouth open and her brow furrowed, as though trying to think up a plausible explanation.
“Officer, these people are my husband and his mistress,” Torri said, taking advantage of Amanda’s silence. “They came here and dragged me out of bed tonight to make me sign those papers you can see there on the dining room table.” She motioned to the table, where the two piles of paperwork lay.
“Let’s have a look.” The officer holstered his gun, though he kept an eye on Vic—who was clearly doing his best to look non-threatening, despite being seven feet tall—and walked over to the table. He poked through the paperwork for a moment, frowning thoughtfully. “So he wanted a divorce, huh?” he asked, looking up at Torri.
She nodded.
“That’s not all, though. That other stack of paperwork is supposed to be me signing over the five-million-dollar inheritance my grandmother left me when she died. Then they planned to either kidnap me or burn the cabin with me inside it. That’s why they brought a gas can,” she added, nodding at the red plastic gas container with its bright yellow spout lying on its side on the floor.
“That’s a lie!” Amanda brayed. She had stopped crying the minute she saw it wasn’t going to get her what she wanted and now she was furious instad. “She’s lying—everything she says is a lie!” she shouted, jabbing her finger at Torri.
“Well, let’s have a look,” the policeman said mildly. He squinted down at the second stack of paperwork. “Says here that Torri Morrison agrees to sign over her entire inheritance of five million dollars to her husband, Charles Morrison—that him?” he added, nodding at Chuck, who was still out cold and making snoring sounds through his obviously broken nose.
“That’s him,” Torri said steadily. “He was sitting on my chest demanding I sign the paperwork before Vic came and punched him out,” she added, looking up at the big Kindred gratefully. She still couldn’t believe he was here!
“Well? What do you have to say about that?” the policeman asked Amanda, who was still fuming. “From where I’m standing, it seems like this lady…” He nodded at Torri, “Is telling the truth. You got another story?”
Amanda seemed at a loss for words for a moment, then she grabbed her blonde wig and yanked it off her head. The sudden movement revealed a patchy balding skull with only a few clumps of her original blonde hair left.
“Look what she did to me!” she shrieked. “Just look! Yes I wanted to kill her but can you blame me? She made me go bald!”
Unfortunately, this move only made her look manic, especially since she kept shouting how Torri had caused her to go bald and how she was going to burn the cabin down with her in it.
At last the police officer shook his head.
“All right, I’ve heard enough,” he muttered. “Come on, let’s go.” He went to take Amanda by the arm but she yanked away from him.
“Get off me! You can’t arrest me—I didn’t do anything wrong!”
“Last time I looked, breaking and entering with intent to commit arson is still a crime, young lady,” the policeman said sternly, frowning at her. “Now come on, hands behind your back.”
He cuffed the screaming, snarling Amanda and led her out to his police car, then came back just as Chuck was waking up.
“Hey, what happened?” He touched his swelling nose carefully with his fingertips and winced. “Ow! Who punched me?”
“I did,” Vic growled, glaring down at him. “And you got off lightly. I’ll kill you if you come near my female again.”