Monacco Desert Cottage - Vista Hills
The garbled ring of the telephone echoed through the water
as Isabella held her breath under the dissipating bubbles that floated on top:
more reporters calling for more statements.
Didn't’ they understand that there wasn’t anything left to say? She was
tired of talking about it to the police, to the press, to Lexie. All she wanted
to do was forget but with the visions that had been on a continuous loop in her
mind, that proved impossible. Whenever she let her thoughts wander all she could
see was that big black car coming at her, closer and closer, her heart dropping
into her stomach, her feet pinned to the ground, her legs unable to move, and
then the suddenness of Blake’s body rushing against hers, dragging her to
ground and out of the way just in time.
