Elizabeth Goddard - Deception

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Surprise mingled with disbelief in the police chief’s eyes. That hurt Jewel more than she wanted to admit.

“You’ve been injured, Jewel.” He reclaimed his hand, leaving a cold spot where warmth had been. “You’ve had a knock on the head. Think about what you’re saying.”

She wanted to tell him that his words upset her. But then she’d be admitting out loud that his opinion was important. Meral watched her, sympathy carved into her beautiful features. Did she think Jewel had imagined it, too?

“But we were all here. How could someone have been in the house without us knowing about it?” Meral asked.

“How could he have hidden in the attic all this time?” Katy joined the doubters. “We would have heard the noise.”

“You did hear noise,” David said.

“Yes, but only for a minute or so before we heard the crash.”

“I thought I heard you scream.” Meral pressed her hand over her mouth, eyes wide. “You think...you believe...he was here?”

Jewel grabbed her forehead and slowly sat up, ignoring Chief Winters’s protests, along with those of Katy and Meral.

“I don’t think. I don’t believe. I know what I’m saying. I know what I saw. I know that I fought an attacker. I know what I experienced before I was knocked out. This time, he tried to strangle me. I got free for a second, only he tackled me before I could reach the door. But I think Meral and Katy scared him off when they responded to my scream and the noise. Maybe he thought he’d killed me. He could have done just that. I should be dead right now.”

She turned her eyes to her sister and Katy. “Thank you,” she whispered.

Chief Winters lifted her chin, his touch light and gentle. He looked at her neck and his frowned deepened. Then his eyes shot back up to hers, the scolding in them well and alive. “You walked right into that attic without being suspicious or careful. You were told not to go anywhere alone.”

She knew he was right, but she couldn’t help defending herself. “I’m not accustomed to sitting around and doing nothing. I don’t like others waiting on me. I have work to do. Besides, it’s the middle of the day and this is my home. I wasn’t expecting to find an intruder in the attic.”

“You weren’t expecting someone to push you into the falls either.” He crossed his arms, leveling his gaze.

She turned away, but avoided that stupid mirror. “At least my guests are still out and about. This didn’t happen with any of them here.”

“And maybe that’s the exact reason he thought he could attack you in the middle of the day here in the B and B. That could be the reason he thought he wouldn’t get caught. But at least you got a look at him this time. Do you know who did this?”

“He attacked from behind. The attic was dimly lit, and the small window doesn’t give much light. I fought him, but he was strong and finally I had to head butt him to get free. I didn’t have time to look back—I just ran, but he toppled me.”

She eyed the nightstand drawer, wanting to pull out her Glock and hold it, keep it close, but she didn’t want to scare the others. Jewel shook her head and stared at the floor, remembering how it felt to fight for her life. Her breath caught. What good was self-defense if she couldn’t win that fight? She fully expected Chief Winters to give her some lecture on the correct moves, what she had and hadn’t done right.

Instead, his voice was gentle. “You did well, Jewel, using what you’ve learned to escape. You can’t expect the real experience to be like what we practice in class, though we can try. So take comfort in the fact you’re likely alive at this moment because you were able to fight back.”

She nodded. It gave her a measure of relief, though not much.

“You called your attacker a he,” Chief Winters said. “So you know it’s a male this time.”

“Yes. Of that I have no doubt.”

“Height, weight?”

“Taller than me by half a head or more. Strong, but not muscle-bound. Heavier than me.”

Chief Winters resisted the urge to hang his head. Her description wouldn’t do them much good, but it was more than they’d had before.

“Just one more question, Jewel.”

She rubbed her arms. Doc Harland appeared in the doorway, his brows furrowed.

“What’s that?” Jewel directed her question to Chief Winters but stared at that good doctor, wishing he would come in and save her from an interrogation.

“Why did you go to the attic?”

Why indeed.

She must have blanched, because Doc came all the way into the room, looking concerned. “Any more questions can wait until later. If everyone wants to give us some space, and Jewel some privacy, that would be appreciated.”

Everyone left except Chief Winters.

Doc gave him a stern nod. “And you, Chief. Can I see my patient alone?”

Chief Winters complied with a frown, but the look he gave Jewel told her she wasn’t off the hook. He expected an answer to the question. Jewel didn’t have one she felt comfortable delivering.

When he left the room she sighed with relief. Doc Harland paused, stethoscope midair, and looked at her. “It can’t be that bad, Jewel. You just relax. This has been too much stress on you. Falling into the river and now taking a tumble in the attic.”

How much did Doc Harland actually know?

Jewel nodded as he rambled.

“Tell me where you hurt the most.”

How could she possibly explain? More than physical pain, the emotional pain of being assaulted in her own home overwhelmed her. There were no words.

And now she could only think of one reason someone had attacked her. Jewel wished she had a confidante. Someone she could trust enough to share her secret. If she’d trusted Silas enough those twenty years ago, then maybe this wouldn’t be happening to her now. Maybe someone wouldn’t be trying to kill her.

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