Breaking Her Own Rules

20

"What?" I whispered, my whole bad mood now gone. I held on to the railing of the stairs as I slid down and sat.

"Raquel has been beaten. She was raped." Dean said softly as he knelt before me.

My face paled and my eyes were wide. "Who did it?" My words were barely audible.

"We don't know darling. I'm working with the police over it."

Oh no! She didn't rat me out. She didn't help Nicholas. But she was a distraction while Nicholas got to Dean's computer.

"Has anyone been on your computer?" I looked up at Dean as my eyes watered.

"Yes. How did you know that?" Dean asked me, placing a hand on my knee.

"I..." I couldn't string the words together. "I think I know who did all this."

"Well, someone was on it the same night I took Raquel to the hospital. Some one has also tried hacking it as well."

I blinked rapidly. I was going to confront her, slap her about if need be. Now I felt bad.

"Dean. Someone was on the computer. They have something on me and they are using my mother as leverage."

"But you don't talk to your mother." Dean said.

"But, if they find out what she really does, tell her where I am, I'm screwed, Dean." I wiped a tear from my cheek. "Dead, even."

"So it might be time." Dean finally told me. I looked at him, slowly nodding my head.

"Yes. It probably is." After my last stalker incident, my name never made the papers, I was just known as an unnamed victim. But that stayed as local news. So as far as I know, nothing washed ashore at Jackson Bay.

But this. If Nicholas has my mothers number and get in contact with her, she will send her goons out. No where in New Zealand was safe and I thought Australia would have been far enough. I'll be dead if I'm caught. Especially since I stole hundreds of thousands of dollars of her.

I only used the money for a plane ticket, passport, and some accommodation then I disposed of the rest, giving it to a charity for the homeless, I think it was.

"I know someone that does fake ID's." Dean told me.

"Half of my ID is fake already."

"Not the important stuff, Harvey."

"Just a question." I asked Dean as I took a breath. "Is my real name on the computer?"

Dean frowned. "No. Hell, I can't even remember your first name."

I couldn't help but give him a small smile for a second. "Someone knows me. They know I am not using my actual name and they have hinted they know it."

"Who is doing this, Harvey?" Dean asked me softly as I snapped back to his eyes.

"I've gotta go." I suddenly said as I got up.

"Harvey." Dean called as I walked away. I went to the office and pulled out a handgun.

I checked to see if it was loaded and placed it in the back of my jeans, pulling my shirt over it.

Dean came in, looking flustered. "Harvey, baby, talk to me."

"Nicholas. Nicholas Greenwich. That's who you need to get." I threw over my shoulder as I walked out.

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I kept the gun on me at all times. I haven't seen Denny in two days and I haven't left my apartment since I returned from learning about Raquel.