“Take your time,” he says with a broad grin and a wink, “I’m in no hurry.” He blows me a kiss.
A wave of revulsion sweeps through me. I can scarcely believe I’d not long since shared with him the best s*x I’ve ever experienced.
“Don’t you need to be at work?” I say, trying to instill some normality into a situation that is anything but.
“I’m on vacation.”
I freeze. Of course, he is on vacation. He would have arranged it on purpose. It dawns on me as I awaken inside this horrifying nightmare that whatever he’s playing at won’t be over any time soon. Vacation generally means a week or more. But, if he’s set up the whole thing then he would have needed to arrange a reason to be at the club…
Billy.
My stomach turns over. Surely not? Surely he didn’t kill Billy? He couldn’t have, he was o
