Officers Cope and Barrett stood on the front porch of a brick house on Crombie Street in Squirrel Hill. Copey was ringing the bell, and Barrett was standing behind him, a laptop tucked under her arm.Continue reading
Bethany Kendrick was having the worst year of her life.
Bethany was still sitting on the ground, crouching, holding her pants up by the belt loops with one hand, wiping blood from her mouth with the other. She stared at the newcomer, wild-eyed, ready to lunge and knock him off-balance if he made a move.
She remained in police protective custody for the rest of the night. The two officers in the cruiser – one of them was a woman, thank God, and Bethany wasn’t sure why that made her feel better but it did – had asked her about the man they had seen her with. Apparently, they had been watching her and Adriel discuss her next move at the crosswalk.
Bethany walked over to where Adriel was sitting, his slender fingers wrapped around a mug, staring out the window at the early-morning sunlight.
All the while she was aware that Adriel was watching her, and he was delighted to see her enjoying the food. The gratitude she felt, he seemed to absorb it, and it made him almost glow.
Bethany awoke in a large, comfortable bed with several fluffy pillows and a big comforter wrapped around her. It was dark, but her eyes could make use of the dim light coming through a window behind a heavy curtain. She listened. Silence.