Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 24

By the time he slumped unconscious beneath the seats, Sylvia finally ceased her assault. She adjusted her clothes, stumbling and rolling out of the car.

As she propped herself up, not a word could escape her lips; dragging a blood-soaked, deformed purse, she shuffled step by step towards the exit.

Halfway there, a car's dome light suddenly flickered on across the way.

Sylvia shielded her eyes momentarily, and then, as her vision adjusted, she saw Rupert, impeccably dressed, stepping out of his vehicle, in stark contrast to her disheveled state.

Their eyes met, and Rupert frowned. It wasn't until the sound of police sirens filled the air that Sylvia snapped back to reality.

A gloved officer approached her, extending a hand, “Ms. Lloyd, we need the evidence you're holding.”

“Is he dead?” Sylvia asked coldly.

“No, he's been taken to the ER.”

Noticing her distressed state, the officer’s response was cautious.

Sylvia nodded, though a tension remained in her mind.

It wasn't until the officer, while placing her purse into an evidence bag, offhandedly remarked, “Lucky the call came in when it did.”

Sylvia latched onto something significant.

“Who called it in?” she asked, turning to the officer.

The officer glanced at Rupert, who was leaning against his car smoking, and without saying more, secured the evidence and departed.

Rupert extinguished his cigarette and approached Sylvia callously, his black suit exuding a forbidding aura, out of place amidst the chaos. Including Sylvia herself.

He stopped in front of her, his gaze briefly flitting over the swelling on her forehead, and remarked sarcastically, “Quite the catch, isn’t he? Pleased?”

As Sylvia heard his words, the tension in her mind finally snapped.

Covered in the scent of blood, she quivered her lips while gazing at him, “You saw me, didn’t you? While you were entangled with Bridget?”

Rupert silently acknowledged.