What Happened That Summer

Chapter Nineteen

guess who finally decided to update after like two thousand years?

Also, this is one of the last few chapters! What the heck?!

Ethel Moore knew she was close to death. She knew it. Her head ached and her arm screamed in pain. She knew it was broken.

If she could only get back to the camp that she hated, back to people that could help her, she would be okay.

But Ethel knew in her gut, in her heart, that this wasn't going to end well. If she didn't die, she would be helpless for the rest of her life.

She would never be able to lead again. Gehenna would never be able to recover. Her whole legacy would be lost. Forever erased because of a stupid dare.

But more than Ethel wanted her legacy to live, she wanted to live.

A branch cracked a little bit away from Ethel, and she raised her head. Someone's coming! She thought desperately.

"H-h-help!" She called and hoped it was the right decision. "Please, help me!" Her voice sounded weak and pathetic, but she couldn't afford to be strong right now. It would cost her too much.

Though the woods were dark, it wasn't quite dark enough to hide the height of the person. The long hair. Wonderful posture.

Ethel dropped her head, unable to hold it up any longer. She was met with the glance of block high heel, strong legs, and pale skin.

Recognition sparked in Ethel's mind and she lifted her head.

"This is going to be the end of you, Ethel. I hope you've had a good life." A voice purred seductively in her ear.

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To the shock and horror of Carter Revon, he was wearing a suit and tie, waiting outside the apartment block where Darcy Quinn lived.

What the hell had he done?

He knew full well, but the ramifications with his boss-

Don't think about that right now, Carter, he told himself. This is going to be good.

Good, because he'd asked Darcy Quinn out on a date, despite her being a suspect for a murder.

And she'd said yes.

Even more shocking.

He straightened his tie, hoping he didn't look too formal for the redhead.

There was almost no way that he could back down, mostly because he would guilt himself for the rest of his life.

He was very good at that. But the twist in his gut wasn't totally from the prospect of asking out a person he was investigating, it was the prospect of having to explain this to his boss.

He could just imagine the conversation he would have. That was also terrifying.

What the hell could he do to make his boss happy in this situation? It was almost impossible to decide.

Then: "Carter? What the hell are you doing here?"

Darcy Quinn in all of her glory stood in front of him.

Completely confused and totally surprised.

Carter's stomach hit the floor.

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