Chapter 116


    DAVID


    PRESENT TIME


    I found myself alone at home, the music ying softly in the background, contemting why things


    weren’t unfolding as I had meticulously nned. The frustration was annoying the heck out of me.


    As I continued to mull over my thoughts, the unexpected sound of the doorbell pierced the quiet of the


    house. I reluctantly left thefort of the sofa, hoping it was Hazel, a wee presence. To my


    dismay, the sight that met me was not Hazel, but someone entirely unexpected and, truth be told,


    unwee. “What are you doing here, June?” I asked, genuinely puzzled as to why she was in


    Seattle.


    June brushed past me and made herself at home, seating herself on the sofa as if it were her own. “It


    was you, right?” she questioned, her tone confrontational. Her unatinounced presence had caught me


    off guard, and I wasn’t exactly thrilled to see her.


    I took a seat beside her on the sofa, crossing my legs in aposed manner. “What are you talking


    about?” I inquired, feigning ignorance.


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    June scoffed at my response. “Don’t y dumb, David. I know you were the one behind the abduction


    of the little girl,” she used, shaking her head in disapproval as she leaned forward to pick up a wine


    bottle, taking a direct swig from it. “Aren’t you even curious about why I’m here in Seattle?”


    I couldn’t help but answer her question with a hint of indifference. “Are you going to answer my


    question?” I asked, my tone portraying myck of enthusiasm. In all honesty, I wasn’t particrly


    interested in her reasons for being in Seattle. “The sooner you do, the sooner you leave my house,


    right?”


    June’s re bore into me. “Why are you so eager to kick me out of your house?” she countered, her


    voice filled with a hint of irritation. “I might tolerate Ravel treating me as if I’m nothing but an


    inconvenience, but I won’t stand for it from you, David.”


    My decision to coborate with June had begun to feel like a grave error, especially as her presence


    might jeopardize our covert activities. I voiced my concern once more, “What do you think will happen if


    Hazel or Agatha sees youing into my house?”


    June, seemingly recognizing the truth in my words, smacked her lips and took another gulp of wine, her


    response reflecting her acknowledgment of the potential problem.


    Feeling the need to be more direct, I reiterated, “So, June, why are you here? I don’t want to ask


    again.”


    Her reply conveyed her frustration, “I was summoned for questioning,” she exined, her toneced


    with irritation. “and it’s truly bothering me, David. If you had any part in the little girl’s abduction, was it


    absolutely necessary to eliminate the security or leave that message? I despise being treated as a


    suspect!” sheined. “I can’t even leave the country, and I have a vacation triping up.”


    My irritation mounted, and my jaw clenched as I probed further. “You came straight to my house from


    the police station?” I questioned, seeking rification. She nodded in response. “Are you being


    incredibly foolish? Do you not realize they could have followed you here?”


    June waved off my concern, appearing rather dismissive. “Don’t worry, they have no reason to trail


    me,” she asserted confidently.


    My assessment of her intelligence took a hit. Blinking at her with indifference, I tilted my head. “You still


    haven’t exined your presence here,” I reminded her.


    With a slow, deliberate drawl, June finally rified, “I’m here to warn you. Despite all the ns I’ve


    executed over time, I’ve never brought you into the picture. That’s why I’m here to warn you never to


    implicate me in the future.”


    Leaning forward, I ced a hand on the backrest, my gaze unwavering. “Who told you I have anything


    to do with the


    kidnapping? I never confirmed anything.” I dered with a sly smile.


    A self–assured smirk graced June’s lips as she spoke, an unsettling confidence in her words. “You


    don’t have to confirm it, David. I know it’s you, and quite frankly, I don’t care whether the little girl is


    dead or alive. Just don’tplicate things for me,” she stated firmly before rising to her feet. “My ns


    are about to be set in motion. Don’t mess this up for me.”


    With that, she turned and walked away, exiting my house the same way she had entered, leaving me


    alone with a growing sense of frustration and anger,


    I couldn’t help but seethe with annoyance as I stared at the closed door. This was far from how I had


    envisioned things ying out. The reason I had instructed those men to leave a message for Ravel


    was to manipte Hazel into ming him for her anger and sorrow. I had hoped that in her moment of


    pain and anger, she would turn to me. Instead, it felt like the opposite had urred–she was turning


    away from me and seeking sce in Ravel.


    As I dwelled on the situation, my anger grew stronger. Unbeknownst to me, I had been gripping the


    ss so tightly that it shattered, causing the tiny shards to embed themselves in my skin and blood to


    drip onto the sofa.


    Muttering curses under my breath, I quickly rose from the sofa and grabbed a wipe to clean the stains


    before tending to my injured hand. As I cleaned, a thought crossed my mind – perhaps it was time to


    check on the well–being of the little girl in the absence of her parents. Despite my intentions, I never


    meant to cause her harin.


    Originally, my


    n was to keep her here until Hazel became vulnerable enough to engage in a sexual rtionship


    with me. Once I was certain she was carrying my child, I would release Daisy. However, given the


    current circumstances, it seemed unlikely that I would


    be letting her go anytime soon. Furthermore, if her parents continued to irritate me, I might be tempted


    to inflict real harm upon her.


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