Grim Reaper 01 - Embrace the Grim Reaper

shirt, winding it around his leg. The shirt didn’t staunch the flow, but quickly turned red itself, the blood saturating the material within seconds.
    He looked up at Casey, his eyes wild. Casey stayed where she was, brandishing the knife, watching with disbelief as Bone’s lifeblood flowed through the tourniquet and down his leg.
    He blinked once, with disbelief, and Casey stared into his eyes, her teeth clenched, her breath caught in her chest. He lurched forward, his arms outstretched. She backed up. Her knife wavered.
    “Please,” Bone said.
    He stumbled toward her again, grabbing her shoulder with a bloody hand. She held the knife up, toward his throat. She was ready. But Bone’s eyes were glazing over, and his breath rasped in his throat. Slowly he leaned forward, his weight tipping toward her, his fingers clutching her shoulder.
    “Please.”
    Bone dropped to his knees, and Casey stepped away as he fell, his face twisting to the right as it met the ground. He jerked once. Twice. His legs spasmed, and he coughed, blood spurting from his mouth.
    And then he was still.
    “Oh, God,” Casey said. “OhGodohGodohGod.”
    She fell backward against the Pontiac, the knife clattering to the ground. Nausea hit her, and she leaned sideways over the hood, vomiting onto the car and street. She wiped her face with her sleeve and tried to breathe.
    Oh, no. Oh, God, no.
    “Casey?”
    Casey jerked her head up. Eric stood twenty feet away, his eyes wide. “What—”
    The sound of a siren split the air, and Casey sucked in a breath. Of course. Of course, Eric would get the police.
    “Eric,” she said. “I’m so…so sorry.”
    She pushed herself off of the car, and ran away.

Chapter Thirty-nine
    Lillian cut Casey off outside the back door of The Nesting Place, a finger on her lips. She gasped at the sight of Casey’s face. “What—”
    “I’m all right.” She was . She would be. “What are you doing?”
    “They’re inside.”
    Casey’s heart fell. They were here already ? But where was the cruiser?
    “I’m sorry,” Casey said. “I never meant to—”
    “Shh.” Lillian pulled Casey’s arm, and Casey yanked it back, her hand grabbing her shoulder, her right forearm protesting the movement. Lillian let go, but gestured her further from the house, into the shadows. “You need a doctor.”
    “No. No . What’s happening?”
    Lillian raised her hands toward Casey’s mouth, but she reared away. Lillian dropped her arms to her sides. “Rosemary’s keeping them busy. I said I needed to go to bed, because I wasn’t feeling well.”
    With her glinting eyes and upright posture, Casey could see that was far from the truth.
    Lillian jerked a thumb toward the house. “They’re insisting on seeing your room.”
    “My room ? Why? It’s not like I’ve had time to—”
    “I’m not even sure how they knew you were staying here, because I’m sure you didn’t tell them, but here they are.”
    “Of course they know where I’m staying. Chief Reardon knew it the first time I talked to him.”
    “Denny?” Lillian blinked. “But he’s not in our sitting room.”
    Of course. Other cops. Detectives. Could be the FBI or ATF if Casey’s suspicions about the men who attacked her were correct.
    “I don’t know who they are, exactly,” Lillian said. “But they seem to know a lot about you. Said they’re business associates of yours. Rosemary didn’t like them from the get-go, because the woman’s dye job is simply horrendous.”
    Casey went cold. “Dye job?”
    “Yes. Like she did it at home in a dark bathroom with a generic brand.”
    Casey swallowed. “And she’s with a man whose face looks like—”
    “—it was cut in half and smooshed back together by a extremely untalented sculptor.”
    Casey sank to the ground. They’d found her. And she didn’t have to wonder how. That damn phone . Dammit , Ricky.
    “I can’t…” Casey said. “I have to go.”
    “But your arm. Your face.”
    “Lillian. I have to go .”
    Lillian stared at her for a few more moments, then sighed. “Okay.” She stepped behind a bush and pulled out Casey’s backpack. “I hope I got everything. There’s no first aid equipment.”
    Casey’s eyes stung.
    “Rosemary will keep them busy for a while,” Lillian said. “We told them you were out, but that we were expecting you back late. They seem to have settled in for the wait.”
    Casey dropped her chin to her chest. “I wanted…I didn’t want…”
    “I