[COMPLETED] A troubled woman becomes obsessed with hunting down a killer after reading his diary, but soon discovers she's the one being hunted.
Confessions from a murderer -- this is what Lucy Hanson uncovers after reading a journal she finds in a...
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The rain steadily pelted against the windshield as Lucy and Holden drove in what could only be described as an uncomfortable silence.
"So, you and Dillon, huh?" Holden asked Lucy as she concentrated on the movement of the windshield wipers.
"Me and Dillon?" Lucy repeated, not understanding.
"You know...when the cat's away the mouse will play. My cousin told me you had a boyfriend."
Lucy scoffed. "My boyfriend Jake knows I'm friends with Dillon. Besides, I don't think of Dillon in that way."
"In what way?" Holden smiled.
Lucy rolled her eyes. "You know what way since you suggested it earlier. I was in a bind and I needed some help. Jake's out of town so I called Dillon. Not that it's any of your business."
"What kind of bind?"
"The 'none of your business' kind," Lucy retorted.
"Aren't we being feisty this evening? I just asked an innocent question." Holden turned towards the road leading to Lucy's house.
"Somehow, I doubt that."
"You do spend a lot of time with your friend Dillon. As a man, I wouldn't want my girlfriend spending time with anyone else while I'm away." Holden shrugged.
"Is that so? Does your girlfriend know you're alone with me?"
Holden smirked. "No."
"I didn't think so," Lucy muttered. "Thank you for the concern, but my relationship with Jake isn't part of your investigation."
"Yeah. I thought we were friends. Remember? We made cookie monster cupcakestogether. Now, you're telling me to mind my own business. I'm not going to lie, Lucy. My feelings are a little hurt." Holden was clearly being over-dramatic, causing Lucy to laugh.
"I thought you had to pass some kind of psychological test to become a detective," Lucy said.
"What was that?"
Lucy shook her head. "Nothing. Thanks for the ride." She didn't give him a chance to speak as she quickly opened the door and ran in the rain to her house.
Once she stepped inside, she took a deep breath. Getting through that car ride had been difficult and not because Holden asked her uncomfortable questions. She shivered and exhaled slowly.
After making sure her doors were locked, she ran upstairs to take a hot shower.
She wrapped a towel around her wet hair before she padded to the study and took out the green journal.
10/24
Salutations my dear friend. I am afraid I do not have good news. My heart is heavy and I fear that it shall soon fall from my chest and be trampled upon. Do not ask why as I shall explain soon enough. Today I could not wait to see my Grace at the park. My body itched to be close to her. I found myself waiting outside her home in the early morning hours. Perhaps you will chastise me for not sleeping. Do not worry, my friend. I was too enamored with thoughts of my Grace that sleep escaped me.
