The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 120

Chapter 120: GINA

Abigail

Annette’s laughter rang through the warm air and it was the first thing I heard when I pushed out of the building’s front entrance, my heart lodged in my throat.

She was leaning against the car with her arms folded and her head tilted, doing the laugh she used when she was trying to butter up a man.

The man she was directing it at had his back to me, dressed in the same black jacket and pants that I had seen him in at the morgue. He had a canvas bag over one arm.

Gavin.

My shoes skidded against the floor in their tracks. Annette’s eyes found mine over his shoulder for a second and she tilted her head further while she laughed harder at the murderer grinning down at her.

She must have seen him approach and began flirting with him to stall for time.

Best fucking friend ever. I raced to the back of the building and pressed back against the wall of the building, pressing my body flatly, my pulse hammering so loud I could barely think.

He would recognize me. He had seen me at the morgue, chances were that he would recognize me, realize I was with Annette and then try to hurt her. I couldn’t take any chances.

Annette’s voice carried over through the air. "Well, it was so lovely to meet you, I have to get going though,"

"You sure I can’t get your number?"

No you can’t, you cock sucking killer!

I gritted my teeth, digging my nails into my palm.

"I’m sure, take care now!"

I held my breath, hearing his boots stomp into the building. Annette turned on the car and drove down the block. I walked briskly, hiding my face with my hair as I rushed down to get into the car with her.

"Holy shit, that was insane," I gasped, staring at her with wine blown eyes. "Are you alright?"

Her eyes crinkled as she checked the mirrors just to be sure dear old Gavin wasn’t following us. "Please tell me you got it so we never have to come to this neighborhood again,"

"I... the phone was there. I planted the tracker on it." I pressed the back of my head against the headrest and closed my eyes.

"I couldn’t take it though or get through the password. I think he also can’t get through the password. There must be numerous security systems on that phone, Raymond Cole was the most paranoid man I know."

"Fine, If he moves it we’ll know." She exhaled, her hands trembling on the steering wheel as she drove us out of the street. "And then we submit it to the freaking authorities."

She was scared. I was too. But the authorities hadn’t protected Raymond and he was a detective. I knew those behind my parents death wanted it all buried but I couldn’t allow it.

"Annie, I don’t trust the authorities,"

"This isn’t like hacking into Drake’s account for a little revenge, Abigail. This man is a murderer. A murderer knows both our faces,hon. We can’t keep doing this ourselves, really."

I sighed, dropping my head against the window watching the streets and city go by, people living their lives the best that they could. My parents would have enjoyed that, living their lives.

"You’re lucky I’m a fantastic flirt," Annette grunted tossing me a teasing smile.

"You really are," I agreed, flashing one right back at her. "It’s your best quality."

"Eh, nope. My second best. My best quality is not letting my silly best friend get caught planting trackers in murderers’ apartments."

That dragged a weary laughter from my lips. "Also very true."

Did he hate me?

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