As the client rambled on, he gave Lina a slight nudge with his foot. She lay motionless on the floor, her face ghostly white, blood trickling steadily from a gash on her neck, forming a dark, spreading pool around her.
âWhat should I do? It looks like sheâs dead!â
Shawn frowned.
âIf youâre too afraid to call the police, at least call an ambulance! She needs help.â
âYes, of course,â the man stammered, slapping a hand to his forehead as if the idea of an ambulance hadnât crossed his mind until that moment. âYouâve got to come to the hospital. I donât know how to handle this alone!â
Shawnâs jaw clenched as he took a sharp breath.
âAnd what exactly do you want me to do? Should I call the police for you? Let me be clear; I know that woman. This looks like an assault gone wrong, pushing her to this. How do you expect me to help you clean this up?â
Explore fresh tales at g aln ov el s ; com âItâs not as bad as youâre making it sound!â The client began pacing. âShe came to me, asking for money! She knew what it was. She was all inâconsensual!â
âWho do you think youâre fooling?â
Shawn knew this man too wellâthe bullying, the manipulation, the barely hidden violence. He could imagine the horror Lina must have felt, backed into a corner by a man she couldnât escape.
Failing to justify himself, the client slumped into a chair, a look of desperation settling over him. âIâm in real trouble here! Youâve got to help me, or our whole business deal is finished!â
Shawnâs eyes narrowed; he despised threats, especially from a man like this.
âTurn yourself in, or if she comes to consciousness, try settling things with her. She needs the moneyâpay her enough, and she might agree to let it go. Call me if you canât manage it yourself.â With that, he hung up.
A moment later, Katherine stepped out of the bedroom, noticing his troubled look.
âWhatâs wrong?â
âNothing.â
After saying that, Shawn realized he couldnât keep Katherine in the dark, especially after the last time when his support of Lina at the hospital had left her hurt. He couldnât let that rift open between them again.
Taking a steadying breath, he recounted the events at the bar and the clientâs despicable actions that had driven Lina to this desperate point.
Katherine listened closely, her initial irritation towards Lina fading, replaced by a touch of sympathy.
âArenât you going to check on her?â
âNo! This has nothing to do with me.â Shawn guided Katherine back to bed. âLetâs sleep.â
He tucked her in and turned off the lights, settling into peaceful sleep. But that calm shattered around three in the morning when his phone lit up with relentless calls from the client. Each insistent ring pierced the silence, rousing both him and Katherine.
âShawn, itâs not working. She wonât settle, no matter what I offer. I donât know what to do. You have to come and help me! You know her, donât you? Please, convince herâI canât go to jail!â In the darkness, every desperate word was loud and unmistakable. Katherine lay beside Shawn, wide awake. She sat up decisively.
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