Broken Heart

Archie wasn’t sure it was her until that moment. A warm feeling crept up his spine, his vision blurred, and then he realized Gretchen Lowell was the killer. He realized he had been drugged, but it was too late. He fumbled for the gun, but his arm was so numb that he could only lift it awkwardly from his belt and hold it out as if it were a gift for her. She took it and smiled, kissing him lightly on the forehead. Then she reached into his jacket and pulled out her cell phone, turned it off, then stuffed it in her pocket. He was almost paralyzed now, sitting on a leather chair in her room. But his mind was filled with clear feelings. She knelt beside him, cautiously approaching a child, and placed her lips very close to his, like two people kissing. The pounding of his heart felt like it was building up in his throat. You can’t compress them. Her body gave off a scent like lilac. “”Time to go, honey,”” she whispered. She stood and he found himself lifted from behind, her elbow resting under his armpit. A man in front of him, red-faced and large, grabbed his leg, and he was ushered into the garage and placed behind the green Voyager—the vehicle that Archie and the task force had spent months on. To search, she crawled over him to get into the car. At that moment, he realized there was someone else in the car, she wasn’t the one behind him, but he didn’t have time to think about it because she was crawling over him, her knees pressed against the sides of his waist. He couldn’t move his eyes anymore, so she told him what was going on. —- ISBN: 9798863506593