The Air He Breathes
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“Life is a game, Tristan. And I advise you to back off. Because I won her. It’s now time for me to collect my prize, and the last thing I need is someone else to get in my way.”
“You’re sick,” I said, walking away from him. “And if you come anywhere near Elizabeth I will kill you myself.”
Tanner laughed again. “Come on, buddy. You would kill me? When it comes to killing, I’m pretty sure I have you beat three times over. Four if you count later tonight.”
“What?”
“Come on. You didn’t think I could have Elizabeth with a little girl always reminding her of her dead husband, did you?”
“If you touch Emma,” I warned, seconds away from slamming my fist into his face.
“What? What are you going to do? Kill me?”
I didn’t even remember hitting him.
But I did remember him collapsing to the ground.
“Lizzie!” I shouted, entering the café. “We need to talk.”
She hardly glanced my way, giving me the cold shoulder. “Tristan, I’m working. And I’m pretty sure we’ve already spoken enough.”
I wrapped my hand around her forearm and slightly pulled her. “Lizzie, seriously.”
“Let her go,” Faye said, marching in front of us. “Now!”
“Faye, you don’t understand. Lizzie, it was Tanner. All of this was him. He was behind the notes, the accident, he was behind all of it.”
“What are you talking about?” Elizabeth asked, confusion floating in her eyes.
“I’ll explain it all later, but for now I need to know where Emma is. She’s in trouble, Lizzie.”
“What?”
Faye gasped lightly. “What did you do to Tanner?” she asked, staring across the street. Two police officers were talking to him, and Tanner was pointing my way. Fuck.
“He’s insane. He said he was going to hurt Emma.”
Elizabeth was shaking, nerves taking her over. “Why would you say such a thing? I know Tanner has his moments, but he would never…”
She was interrupted as the cops came into the café. “Tristan Cole, you are under arrest for the attack on Tanner Chase.”
“What?” Elizabeth gasped, running her hands through her hair, confusion in her eyes. “What’s going on?”
The cop kept speaking as they went to handcuff me. “It turns out this guy was caught on Tanner Chase’s auto shop security cameras attacking him.” He began to speak to me. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney and if you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you.”
They dragged me out of the shop, and Elizabeth hurried outside to follow us. “Wait, this is a misunderstanding. Tristan, tell them. Tell them it’s a mistake,” she begged.
“Lizzie. Check on Emma. Okay? Just make sure she’s okay.” I really hoped she would believe me. I really hoped she would make sure Emma was all right.
“I leave the shop with you for three hours and come back to find you locked behind bars,” Mr. Henson joked.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, confused.
He cocked an eyebrow as a cop unlocked my cell door. “I think I’m paying your bail.”
“How did you know I was in here?”
“Oh. I did a tarot card reading.” I narrowed my eyes and he laughed. “Tristan, this is the most gossiping town of all towns. I overheard people talking about it. Plus,” he said as we rounded the corner of the hallway. “This little birdie dropped me a line.”
Elizabeth stood up from the bench in the front lobby and rushed over to me. “Tristan, what’s going on?”
“Is Emma safe?”
She nodded. “She’s with her grandparents.”
“Did you tell them what’s going on?”
“Not yet, I just asked them to watch her. I honestly don’t even know what’s happening, Tristan.”
“Tanner did this, Lizzie. All of this is Tanner. He left you the notes these past five months, not me. He’s the one who caused the accident with Steven’s car. He told me it was him, Lizzie. You have to believe me. He thinks all of this is some kind of sick game, and I’m certain he’s not going to stop until he gets the prize.”
“What’s the prize?”
“You are.”
She swallowed hard. “What do we do? How do we prove that he’s behind all of this?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know what the next step is, but we need to talk to Sam and get a few cops over to your place.”
“What? Why?”
“Tanner said something about cameras. I think he might have put some around your house.” Her hands started trembling, and I took hold of her. “It’s okay. We’re going to figure this out. Everything is going to be okay.”
Chapter Forty-Two
Elizabeth
A team of cops came over to my house along with Sam and his father, and they searched the whole house for cameras.
Eight were found, including the final one, which was placed inside of my jeep.
I’m going to be sick.
They were the same tiny cameras Sam had told me about when he’d first changed the locks in my house. “I can’t believe this. God dammit, Elizabeth, I’m so sorry,” Sam said, rubbing his brow. “Tanner was the only person in town we sold these new cameras to.”
“How many did you sell him?”
He swallowed hard. “Eight.”
“How could he do this? How could he get the cameras in here? He’s been watching us this whole time?” I asked the cops, who were collecting the cameras.
“It’s hard to say how long he’s been doing this, but we will find an answer. We’ll run his fingerprints and see if anything comes up. We’ll figure this out, ma’am.”
After everyone headed out, Tristan wrapped his arms around me. “We should go get Emma. You should be with her.”
I nodded. “Yeah, we should.”
Tristan put his finger under my chin and tilted my head up so I could stare into his eyes. “We’re going to figure all of this out, Lizzie. I promise you.”
For the whole ride over to Kathy and Lincoln’s house, I prayed that we would figure it all out.