Chapter 57

Olivia leaned back against the coolness of the cell wall and tried to make sense of the feeling that was stealing over her.

She wasn't sure what time it was, but the doctor had finished with her a couple of hours ago.

With Logan's voice in her ear, she had told the doctor that she felt fine and that she'd simply passed out after having the fall. She'd assured him she had no blurred vision or headaches and that the nausea had passed. He had offered her a trip to hospital which she had quickly refused.

Hospital was out there. Logan would know. He'd find her and get her home somehow. She feared he'd kill her before the police even knew what was going on.

The doctor had been professional and kind, seeming not to judge her for having been arrested for murder. She supposed that wasn't his job. She really didn't know what had prompted the police to arrest her, but she did know they had saved her from being dragged back into the house by Logan.

Just the thought of her son brought somersaults to her stomach. She found herself looking around for him.

No, it was impossible. He couldn't get to her here. She was in police custody. She was behind locked doors. There were police officers all around her.

A small voice still wondered if he could find a way.

That small voice caused her to wonder just how much power she'd given to her son, to believe he could overthrow the police force just to get to her.

The shame of what she'd become thickened her throat, but she pushed the tears away. She was sick to death of crying.

She had to make a plan. She knew the police would discover their mistake soon enough. There was nothing to tie her to James's death because she hadn't done anything wrong. And then what? She'd be set free, to go where? Back home?

Her heart flipped inside her chest at the thought. She couldn't go back, and she couldn't tell anyone that Logan had killed James. Who would believe her? He had everyone fooled; the neighbours, her doctor. He'd just convince everyone that she was delusional or having a breakdown.

Even if they did believe her, and they pressed charges, he'd probably be bailed. And if it even got to court, he'd likely get a suspended sentence because he'd never been in trouble in his life.

No, telling the truth wasn't an option, she realised, settling her breathing back down.

The unfamiliar feeling returned and worked its way through her body.

She tried to pin it down and put a name to it.

While being seen by the doctor, she had mentioned her medication. The doctor had nodded and assured her he would look into it.

Around an hour later, the flap on the cell door had opened and an officer had passed her a cup of water and her medication. She hadn't had to beg for it. He'd just given it to her and waited for her to give the plastic cup back.

An hour after that, the hatch had opened again and she'd been offered a sandwich and a cup of tea. She knew the police had regulations to follow, but she had almost burst into tears at the kindness with which she'd been treated.

Despite her surroundings, she had eaten the sandwich and drunk the tea.

Safe.

The word darted into her mind. She felt safe. She'd been fed, watered and medicated without the threat of violence. In effect, she'd been transferred from one jail cell to another, but in this one she felt at peace.

Logan had given her all the details of the crime he'd committed, and the way ahead was now clear.

She knew exactly what she needed to do.