One, Two ... He Is Coming for You (22 page)

The media was all over it, but I had been the one to break the story. It
was mine. It was a solo. And my editor had loved every step of it.

Luckily, Ulrik Gyldenlove had survived. His daughter said he was in
pretty bad shape, but he was going to survive. I don’t quite know who would
consider it lucky. I would and his daughter, but he probably wouldn’t. He
wanted to die. He went to the gymnasium to die that night.

The case was closed and that had a nice feeling to it. I had done my
part to solve it and now the rest was in the hands of the police. The only
thing I couldn’t quite figure out on my own was why the pastor had tried to
find Zenia Petersen. The answer came by itself. I talked to Irene who explained
to me that she got a visit from him a few years ago when he just began
ministering. He wanted to apologize for what they had done. Since he now was a
pastor, he said, he needed to repent for the past.

He had even called my sister too. She told me later when I told her
everything. She and I had gotten closer after this. She had called me several
times and invited me to dinner at her house and told me to bring Dad too. So
the whole story seemed to have done some good. For me at least.

Sune had gotten an apology from the police and had then taken a week's
vacation with Tobias and left for a cabin in Sweden. They would be back next
week and we would be on to new adventures. My daughter was looking forward to
seeing much more of her new best friend in the future.

Now I only had one thing left that needed to be put back in its order.

He greeted me in the driveway. Barefooted as always. I drove up to the
beach house and got out of the car. I looked at him and smiled.

“I am sorry,” I said.

Giovanni took my head in his big hands and lifted it up. Then he kissed
me.

When he was done, I laughed.

“What is so funny?”

“At one point I actually thought you were the killer.”

He didn’t laugh but looked at me seriously.

“Really? Why?”

Me and my big mouth I thought. Now I had offended him.

“Because you have spikes and a welder, and one of the victims was killed
by two spikes that were welded into a cross.”

Now he was laughing. I was relieved.

“I am a sculptor. I make sculptures out of stone or iron by welding it.
I use spikes to cut the stone.”

He put his arm around my neck and we walked into his beach house. The
ocean was calm outside.

“So you really thought I could kill someone?” he asked when I had a
glass of red wine in my hand.

I smiled. “Well, you fit the profile of a true psychopath,” I said and
kissed him while we both laughed out loud.

THE END

Want to know what happens next? Get the sequel in the Rebekka Frank
series: Three, four ... better lock your door here:
http://www.amazon.com/Three,
Four ...

About the Author:

Willow Rose writes YA Paranormal Romance, suspense/horror and fantasy.
Originally from Denmark she now lives on Florida’s Space Coast with her husband
and two daughters. She is a huge fan of Anne Rice and Isabel Allende. When she
is not writing or reading she enjoys watching the dolphins play in the waves of
the Atlantic Ocean.

Other books by the author:

- One, Two ... He is coming for you (Rebekka Frank #1)
http://www.amazon.com/One,
two ...

- The eye of the Crystal ball
http://www.amazon.com/The
Eye of the Crystal Ball

- Beyond - Afterlife #1
http://www.amazon.com/Beyond

- Serenity - Afterlife #2 
http://www.amazon.com/Serenity

- Endurance - Afterlife #3  
http://www.amazon.com/Endurance

- Broken - Daughters of the Jaguar #2   
http://www.amazon.com/Broken

Currently Willow Rose is working on the suspense/horror novel: "Five,
Six ... Grab your Crucifix". It's the third book in the series
"Rebekka Frank". It is expected to be published  nov-dec 2012.

Connect with Willow online:

http://www.willow-rose.blogspot.com/

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