Peek A Boo I See You (Emma Frost #5) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Willow Rose
of figuring that out, whether you like it or not. We're going to need your help. It might just be some psycho who likes your books or something. I mean you have become quite the name in this country and with fame comes a whole lot of stuff that you never asked for."
"I know…I know. I'm just…I don't understand. I don't know this woman. I’ve never seen her before in my life."
"Good, at least we’ve established that. That was kind of the reason I brought you down here. I thought you might know her."
"I really don't."
"Okay," Morten said. "Then you're free to go back home. I have to wait for the forensic team to come and then secure the area for anything we can use. We found a couple of shoeprints over there that I hope will give us a clue."
I was about to leave when something struck me. "Didn't the body strike you as odd," I said.
"What do you mean? She's been decapitated and a message has been carved into her back, so yes, but other than that?"
"Yes," I said and walked closer. I swallowed hard before grabbing the blanket and pulling it away again. "Look," I said and pointed.
"What am I looking at?"
"The head doesn't seem to quite fit the body, does it?"
"What do you mean?"
"The body is very slim and fit, but her face is quite round and somehow seems way too big for that tiny body."
Morten nodded and touched his face. "I believe you're right," he said pensively. "It does look strange."
"If you ask me, it’s been put together like this. I think you have two dead women. The question is…where is the rest of them?"
6
February 2014
P EEK-A-BOO E MMA F ROST?
I kept repeating the message to myself in the car on my way back. Part of me wondered if this was all some stupid dream. This entire morning had been so surreal, I had no idea how to grasp it. It was all a little too much. I understood what Morten said with me being a name and all and it was true. I had written four books by now and was trying to finish my fifth about the crazy stay at Hotel Brinkloev, but it kept giving me problems because I wanted to leave all the stuff out about my daughter. I wondered if I should just kill the book and start something new, since I was tired of the story and it kept nagging me with what I had discovered up there. After all, not everything I experienced had to be a book. That was what Maya always told me, but I couldn't help it. It was my way of dealing with all that had happened to me during the last couple of years. Plus, I made a lot of money on the books, now that I had sold the rights to several other European countries. I was making enough for me to take a few years off if I wanted to.
But I didn't like the idea that this killing had something to do with me. Why me, of all people?
I parked the car in the driveway in front of my grandmother's old house and looked at the facade before I went in. It really needed a renovation.
Maybe that should be your spring project instead of writing another book?
I walked into the kitchen and found my mother sitting where I’d left her with a laptop on the table.
"Hi, honey," she said, and looked up. "Oh my, you look terrible. I never noticed how pale you are. You need to get out more in the fresh air or travel places. Get some sun and vitamin D."
I had no idea what to say to this woman. I felt exhausted and couldn't cope with her and her sudden pretended interest in me.
"I…I think I'll go upstairs for a little while," I said.
"Do that, sweetheart. I have a lot of e-mails to answer anyway. Take a nap. Maybe you're just tired."
"Maybe."
I walked up the stairs and went into my bedroom where I threw myself on the bed. I felt like crying, but no tears came. I think I was in some state of shock. I didn't know what to call it. I just felt so incredibly tired.
So naturally, I feel asleep and didn't wake up until it was almost dark outside. I gasped and looked out the window at the dusk. Then, I opened my eyes wide and jumped out of the bed.
"The kids!"
I rushed down
"I know…I know. I'm just…I don't understand. I don't know this woman. I’ve never seen her before in my life."
"Good, at least we’ve established that. That was kind of the reason I brought you down here. I thought you might know her."
"I really don't."
"Okay," Morten said. "Then you're free to go back home. I have to wait for the forensic team to come and then secure the area for anything we can use. We found a couple of shoeprints over there that I hope will give us a clue."
I was about to leave when something struck me. "Didn't the body strike you as odd," I said.
"What do you mean? She's been decapitated and a message has been carved into her back, so yes, but other than that?"
"Yes," I said and walked closer. I swallowed hard before grabbing the blanket and pulling it away again. "Look," I said and pointed.
"What am I looking at?"
"The head doesn't seem to quite fit the body, does it?"
"What do you mean?"
"The body is very slim and fit, but her face is quite round and somehow seems way too big for that tiny body."
Morten nodded and touched his face. "I believe you're right," he said pensively. "It does look strange."
"If you ask me, it’s been put together like this. I think you have two dead women. The question is…where is the rest of them?"
6
February 2014
P EEK-A-BOO E MMA F ROST?
I kept repeating the message to myself in the car on my way back. Part of me wondered if this was all some stupid dream. This entire morning had been so surreal, I had no idea how to grasp it. It was all a little too much. I understood what Morten said with me being a name and all and it was true. I had written four books by now and was trying to finish my fifth about the crazy stay at Hotel Brinkloev, but it kept giving me problems because I wanted to leave all the stuff out about my daughter. I wondered if I should just kill the book and start something new, since I was tired of the story and it kept nagging me with what I had discovered up there. After all, not everything I experienced had to be a book. That was what Maya always told me, but I couldn't help it. It was my way of dealing with all that had happened to me during the last couple of years. Plus, I made a lot of money on the books, now that I had sold the rights to several other European countries. I was making enough for me to take a few years off if I wanted to.
But I didn't like the idea that this killing had something to do with me. Why me, of all people?
I parked the car in the driveway in front of my grandmother's old house and looked at the facade before I went in. It really needed a renovation.
Maybe that should be your spring project instead of writing another book?
I walked into the kitchen and found my mother sitting where I’d left her with a laptop on the table.
"Hi, honey," she said, and looked up. "Oh my, you look terrible. I never noticed how pale you are. You need to get out more in the fresh air or travel places. Get some sun and vitamin D."
I had no idea what to say to this woman. I felt exhausted and couldn't cope with her and her sudden pretended interest in me.
"I…I think I'll go upstairs for a little while," I said.
"Do that, sweetheart. I have a lot of e-mails to answer anyway. Take a nap. Maybe you're just tired."
"Maybe."
I walked up the stairs and went into my bedroom where I threw myself on the bed. I felt like crying, but no tears came. I think I was in some state of shock. I didn't know what to call it. I just felt so incredibly tired.
So naturally, I feel asleep and didn't wake up until it was almost dark outside. I gasped and looked out the window at the dusk. Then, I opened my eyes wide and jumped out of the bed.
"The kids!"
I rushed down
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