CHAPTER 28
“Don’t. If you kill me . . . you’ll leave DNA and blood evidence in your car.” Helping Brad Ellison kill me without leaving evidence wasn’t a smart move, but I was desperate. “You’ll never get my blood out of this car. The police have chemicals they can use, and no matter how well you clean, there will be signs that I was here.”
“You’re right. No point in ruining my Italian leather seats. Get out.”
“Wait. There were people who knew I was going out with you. Plus, the people at the restaurant. Besides . . . if you kill me, you’ll never find the reports.”
He narrowed his gaze. “What reports?”
“The ones Aunt Octavia sent away for. She hid them. She suspected someone was on to her, so she hid them.”
“You’re lying.”
“No . . . she left me a tape.”
He stared.
“The police will search the house, and they’ll find the tapes and the reports.”
He fumed and then beat his hand on the steering wheel. “I need to think.”
I sat quietly and continued using the tap code on my phone. I tapped my name as softly as I could and prayed the 911 operator would figure out what was happening.
After an eternity, he started the engine. “You’re going to give me the reports and tapes.” He put the car in reverse and sped away.
I bought myself a little more time. Although the thought that I’d die in the comfort of my home rather than in the woods provided little comfort.