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the floor entered her mind
again. Yeah, she knew Ryker wasn’t afraid to hurt her. He’d probably killed
lots of women.
    She nodded. “Yes, my name is Fiona.”
    “ Fiona what?”
    “ Sterling.”
    “ Your name’s Fiona Sterling?” he asked.
    “ Yes.”
    “ How old are you?”
    “ I’m twenty-three years old.”
    How was she answering these questions clearly?
    Blowing out a breath, she stared up at the ceiling
wishing there was something to look forward to other than her untimely death.
    Morbid, so
fucking morbid.
    “ You’re young. You don’t strike me as the kind of woman who’s had a hard
life. What’s your story?” he asked.
    “ I don’t have a story.” She was talking to a guy she just saw murder her
on ly friend and now he was asking her so many normal questions. It didn’t seem right to her. The accusations he’d thrown at Jake—were they true? She hadn’t spent any
length of time with Jake. Fiona had only ever visited him a few times for sugar
or coffee. Crap, she needed to learn to stop giving her life story to total
strangers.
    “ You’ve got a story. Everyone in this shitty little world has a story.
Some stories are fucking boring while others hold a little excitement.” He
shrugged, leaning back in his chair. “What’s yours?”
    “ I’m not a murderer.”
    “ No? Well, I am.”
    Her heart raced at how easily he talked about killing.
    He chuckled. “I’m not going to kill you.”
    “ Why did you kill Jake?” He wasn’t going to let her go, so what was the
point in not asking?
    “ That’s private.”
    “ He was my … friend.”
    “ So? It doesn’t mean he wasn’t a little shit who fucked off the wrong
people. And he wasn’t your friend. He was a neighbor.” He took hold of the
glass and pressed the glass to his lips.
    “ Jake was a nice man to me.”
    “ He was an addict and a waste of space. It would have only been a matter of
time before he got you doing more.”
    She shook her head. No, Jake had helped her when no
one else had.
    “ What’s your story?”
    Fiona closed her eyes, feeling the tears fill her
eyes. She didn’t want any droplet to fall, yet she knew it was going to happen.
Her tears were already leaking out of her eyes.
    “ I can sit here all day and night. I’m sure you’re going to need the
bathroom and food. It’s up to you if you want to get either. I’d start talking
if I was you.”
    “ You’re a fucking monster,” she said.
    All he did was smile. “It’s not the worst thing I’ve
been called.”
    She didn’t imagine it was. His scars didn’t bother
her, but she imagined there were plenty of people who were repulsed by them.
    “ I had a family. A nice one with loving parents and
siblings.”
    “ You don’t anymore?”
    She shook her head. Speaking about them aloud was too
hard.
    “ No, I don’t have anyone. The only person who actually gave a shit about
me was Jake, and you killed him.” Staring up at the ceiling she wondered if
there was going to be any way of getting out of this.
    “ What happened to your family?” he asked.
    Blowing out a breath, she didn’t look away from the
ceiling. “They all died in a plane crash. I had one more exam and then I was
going to join them. Bad weather and they didn’t make it. No one on that plane
made it.”
    Saying the words didn’t make her feel any easier.
    “ You’ve been on your own since then?”
    “ Yes. I work, and I sleep.” Her life had turned into one long line of
nothingness.
    “ Pretty shit and mundane life if the only person in your world was a drug
dealing addict like Jake.”
    She nodded. How could she deny it? There was a time
when someone had loved her, cared about her. Fiona hadn’t known Jake all that
well even though she trusted him with the truth about her parents.
    The tears fell thick and fast.
    “ Can I go to the bathroom now?” she asked, feeling the need to relieve
her bladder.
    He didn’t say anything for so long that she turned to
look at