A Good Day for Chardonnay (Sunshine Vicram #2) - Darynda Jones Page 0,35
blame you?”
“And here I thought we were becoming friends.”
“Walk me through it. You found out Kubrick abducted me and then what? You came to my rescue out of the kindness of your heart?”
He kept his gaze trained on her face. In fact, besides an initial sizing up, he hadn’t ogled her or objectified her in any way. Hell, even the guards had done that when she and Quince had walked in. Did that imply a level of respect? Or was he simply that cunning?
“There isn’t much kindness left in my heart, apple blossom. But at the time? Sure. Why not.”
She nodded and decided to delve deeper. “How did you find out where he was keeping me?”
“It wasn’t difficult. Brick was a creature of habit.”
“He’d taken other women there?”
“You weren’t a woman,” Wynn said, suddenly serious. “You were a kid.”
“I was seventeen.”
“Exactly. Either way, no. Brick was not in the habit of abducting women. He used that shed as a hunting cabin.”
“Okay. You figured out he was keeping me there and then what?”
“And then nothing. He busted me trying to get you out. We fought. The rest is history.”
She nodded, deep in thought. “Who took me to the hospital?”
He spread his cuffed hands, indicating himself.
Her chest tightened so hard, so fast, it felt like it was going to explode. Wynn Ravinder was certainly the right build. The person in the hospital surveillance video seemed younger, but even now, in his forties, Wynn was lithe and agile.
“What did you give me? In the truck?”
“Besides a ride?”
He didn’t know. Then again, it was a long time ago and he was bleeding profusely. How could anyone remember every minute detail? Maybe he really did forget.
She studied him and decided that was not likely. Quincy was right. He was playing her. Though he did seem fairly certain the lab results would prove his DNA was on Kubrick’s clothes. But even that could be explained. He could’ve been a part of her abduction with Kubrick. They could’ve argued about the two-million ransom they were demanding. Came to blows. None of this proved he came to her rescue.
There was just something off about all of it. Why so many confessions? Was someone trying to muddy the waters? And even though Wynn had the right build, she couldn’t help but doubt his claims. Especially when taking the ID bracelet into account.
Sun had always had a sixth sense about people, and Wynn just didn’t fit. Putting him at the scene that night, fighting Brick, giving her water, taking her to the hospital. Not that Wynn wouldn’t have done all of that. After meeting him, she had little doubt there was a part of him that was noble. She just didn’t think he did do it. Envisioning him at the scene was like trying to force a square peg into a round hole. It didn’t fit without some pretty serious manipulation.
Just when she’d dismissed his claims completely, he added, “Unless you mean the water I poured down your throat.”
Her lungs stopped working.
“You remember that? Right before you threw up all over me? And my truck, I might add.” He eased forward, and whispered, “Ingrate.”
Her world spun. Nobody could know that except the person who took her to the hospital. No one possibly could. She’d only started getting flashes of that night in the last few months and she hadn’t told a soul about the pickup or the water or the vomit. Mostly because she didn’t know if it was real or simply a product of her drug-induced imagination.
Unable to sit any longer, she stood and walked to the postage-stamp window Quincy was dogging her through. He was mad. She needed to see his face regardless. He stood on the other side of the door like an anchor. Always there for her.
She turned back to Wynn. “Why are you doing this? Baring your soul. Why now?”
“I have conditions.”
Ah. And so it begins. “You mean demands.”
He lifted a shoulder. “If you want a signed confession, I have three.”
“And you think you have enough to bargain with?”
“What? I still haven’t convinced you?” he asked, seemingly surprised.
She shrugged. “You don’t fit.”
He tilted his head in a shruglike gesture. “I usually don’t.”
“Again, why now? Why not ten years ago?”
“You weren’t the sheriff ten years ago.”
“Why not four months ago, then? When I was first elected.”
“I only recently heard you found his body.”
“Your own brother’s remains were found on a mountain four months ago and no one told you?”