The Man In The Woods (Virgin Killer #1)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

"What can I do?" Christian asked me again, for I didn't acknowledge him the first time. I stared down at our hands. I didn't have to look Christian in the face to see how concerned he was; I could feel it in the intense grip he had on my hands. It hurt me that I couldn't answer him right away. But if I'm being honest, I didn't know what we could do. As I thought of an answer, I mentally listed our potential options, starting with the obvious:

Option one: Go to the police.

Option two: Hire a private investigator.

Option three: Hide out until the police catch him.

Option four: Investigate the situation ourselves.

The first and third option I immediately refused to do. I was not about to make an ass out of myself at the police station (nor would I hide in some remote cabin) while Peter Marshall and his buddies play me out like the crazy one. If anyone in this town is crazy, it's our sheriff for putting Peter Marshall in charge while he's on sick leave. I also wasn't about to ask Christopher to be a part of our plan. He's traumatized enough as it is...

Suddenly, I remembered seeing him on the news earlier this afternoon. His face was not as full, he had a five o'clock shadow, and dark circles seemed to be permanently etched around his eyes. To say he looked like hell was an understatement.

For a moment, I took the second option into consideration. But eventually I turned that one down as well. I mean, for one, I don't have the money to pay for a P.I, also what if the P.I is like Peter Marshall and screws everything up?

Concluding my inner observation, I fixed my gaze upon Christian. "I think we should look into it ourselves," I quickly whispered to him.

At first, his eyebrows shot up in alarm, creasing his forehead. But then the creases disappeared and his lips curled up into a devious smirk, an expression I knew all too well. "Does this mean what I think it means?" questioned my friend in an excited tone.

I knew where this was going.

"No, Christian, it doesn't. You are not getting into trouble again because of me," I said firmly. I turned away from him and stared out the window to my left. The fact that he's back is bad enough, but for Christian to get involved... I won't let him, I noted mentally.

I was about to tell him once more, but I was interrupted by a man that approached us. He was six feet and lean; he wore a black suit with a matching tie. His ebony hair was slicked back, and his light brown eyes bore into mine.

He flashed his badge to the both of us. "Skyler Williamson, I'm Special Agent Damon Salvati, FBI," he said, his voice strong and bold with every word. "I'd like to ask you a few questions about your case, if you're willing to comply."

And just like that, my plans were shattered.

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~S.M.

So, I have a few questions for you:

• What do you think Christian was so excited about just a little bit ago?

• How do you think Peter Marshall will react when he hears that Skyler's case is re-opened?

• And lastly, what do you guys think of the story so far? I don't care if your feedback is positive or negative, as long as you're honest. It gives me the motivation to write some more.

I won't be giving you guys a definite date for when the next chapters will be posted because hey, life's hectic, I can't make promises. But tune in to TMITW and see what happens. Well, that's all folks! See ya next time!

Yours truly,

The_RebelAngel