Within the Shadows J.D MCG (drm ebook reader txt) 📖

'If Jack's correct about being one of four horsemen,' Jacob started, 'then we've got one more to find. We've already got three of them in custody.'

'Jack Roberts seems to think he's Death, so we should find out who the other two think they are, and try to create a profile of who our fourth is identifying as, and locate how they'll kill their victims,' Ally expressed.

'You're right. I think we need to interview Felicity James. Do you remember when she was brought in, Ally?' he asked her and she nodded. 'Do you remember what she was screaming?'

'Yes, that it wasn't her that kept all those women prisoner,' she responded.

'Yeah, and now we know what we know, it sums that moment up perfectly,' Barnes smiled with glee.

Kate was due to finish work at 4 pm. She glared at the time, 3.45 pm, as she wiped over the empty tables with disinfectant spray and a cleaning cloth. Belle approached her from the counter.

'Come on, Kate. You haven't spoken to me all day. Talk to me, come on,' she pleaded.

'Please just leave me to get on with work. I don't want to talk about it right now.'

'You never want to talk about it. It could help you once you get your feelings off your chest.'

Kate ignored her and moved over to the next table and repeated her actions. Belle continued following her, despite Kate's warning.

'Will you just leave me alone,' she snapped at her quietly, making sure not to draw attention to them.

'Fine!' Belle replied before storming away to the counter.

Kate continued wiping the tables when she heard the door to the cafe open, making her glance behind her to see who entered. She soon regretted her decision once she locked eyes with the man claiming to be her father. She tried to scurry away but he was already stood next to her.

'Can we talk?' he asked.

'I don't want to talk to you. Not now, not ever,' she said angrily, but quietly once again, trying not to draw in an audience.

'I get you're mad at me, but this isn't my fault. I never hid this from you. Please don't be mad at me. I just want to get to know you and try to figure out why your mother would keep me away from you.'

Kate thought about it for a moment, before she realised his words made a little sense.

'Meet me at the pub across the road. I finish in ten minutes,' she said.

He left the cafe and she watched as he strolled across the road and entered the pub. She finished cleaning the dirty tables and removed the plates, glasses and filthy cutlery, and walked into the kitchen. Belle confronted her again, demanding to know what was going on.

'What did he want?'

'None of your business,' Kate replied, not giving Belle any more of her time.

'What's happened to us, Kate? We used to be the best of friends.'

'And you went out to cheer Jacob up. What about me, Belle? He kept my father's secret from me. He was the one who should have suffered but you went and chose him over me.' Tears started to well up in her eyes.

'Your brother...'

Kate cut her off short. 'He's not my brother!'

'He is your brother and he always will be! He's done so much for me, and he needed someone to be there for him. So, yes, I did go and try to cheer him up,' she yelled before leaving the kitchen and headed back to the cafe counter.

Kate pulled her apron off in an angry motion, before chucking it on the side. She grabbed her belongings, stormed out of the cafe and marched to the pub. Belle started to hold back the tears, unsure if they would ever be friends again. She sure hoped they would.

Kate entered the pub, scanned her eyes and noticed her father sat at a table with a pint. She wandered to the table and sat opposite him. Her hands were trembling, not knowing what she'd say to this man, but she wanted to hear him out.

'I'm glad you agreed to this,' he said. 'Do you want a drink?'

'No, thank you,' she answered. 'I just want answers.'

He sighed, thinking this was not how he wanted this to go. Kate just stared at him, waiting for him to speak.

'Okay. I've just been released from prison,' he confessed. 'This isn't how I wanted this to go.'

'This isn't how I wanted my life to go either, but here we are,' she replied sarcastically. 'What were you in prison for?'

'Assault,' he said sharply. 'Not my best moment, but I'd like to say I'm a changed man. If you'd give me a chance, I'd like to get to know you?'

'Listen, a week ago I had no idea John Wright wasn't my father. Now I'm here with a strange man who wants to get to know me, claiming he's my father. You have to understand how sudden my life has changed.'

'I don't want to push you. Just know I'm here when you're ready. I know it's been a lot to take in and I can only apologise for that,' he said.

'Thank you. I'm really sorry, but I never asked your name?'

'Craig. Craig Ross,' he answered.

She held out her hand to be shaken. 'It's nice to meet you, Craig Ross.'

Felicity James' hands shook vigorously from fear, not knowing why she was suddenly sat inside a police station. Her solicitor sat beside her, trying to get answers of her crimes before the detectives commenced the interview. She had no clue what had happened. The last few weeks had been a complete blur, just like when she had her blackouts. Her body ached all the time like it had been in fights every day and