Dead Breath. Melody Jade Allen
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do know…”
… Mireya opened her eyes. She fell asleep in the car, Adrianna left. She looked out the window – it was the Sunset. She was on a busy street, closer to the copy of the Eiffel Tower, past the tourists, one of them winked at her. Mireya rubbed her eyes.
“What was it?” She asked herself. “Just a dream or… a forgotten memory?” It involuntarily reminded her of that forgotten night, of that night of Leandra’s murder, which she had completely forgotten.
“You are awake?” The door opened, Adrianna got in.
“Yes… sorry, I should not have fallen asleep.” Mireya looked at Adrianna, who was holding some papers in her hands. “What is it?”
“I was in the computer club to print out new information from the Los Angeles police, they sent me an e-mail.”
“What is there?”
“Well, they still didn’t track her phone. But yours was tracked, Mireya.”
“And…?”
“You said that you don’t remember anything… They don’t believe you anymore.”
“Why not?” Mireya almost screamed.
“Your phone was in the hotel at the moment when Leandra was killed. They asked for information from your mobile operator, there was your correspondence with her… conflicting correspondence. Our Captain is sure it could be in a moment of passion.”
“What?” Mireya squeaked. “Adrianna, I have not written to her for a few months! It’s all trumped up! You do not…”
Adrianna raised her hand, silencing her. “I have to get you back to LA, where you will be arrested.”
Chapter 3
Adrianna and Mireya returned to the hotel to spend the last night before flying to Los Angeles – luckily to Mireya during the tourist activity, all tickets for the next coming flights were sold out. Standing in an empty room alone, Mireya tried to correctly draw up a plan for her further actions, the decision had already been taken. She needed a non-standard way out…
There were video surveillance cameras in the hotel, but it did not matter – they would still know that she had left, but Adrianna wouldn’t worry about her until 6:30am, when she would enter her room to handcuff and take her to the airport. There were several hours left, which gave an advantage.
Mireya took a taxi and drove to the game club Hot Moon; she entered without problems, greeted Brandon, who was still at his workplace like Dennis was. She knocked on his closed room; distracted from the monitors, he got up and opened the door to her.
She said, “I need help.”
***
“Your phone is vulnerable, but I still have several mobile numbers that will not be found by the police or even the FBI.” Dennis, after viewing Mireya’s cell he returned it to her, changing the SIM card.
They were setting in the seats in front of the monitors; Mireya glanced at one of them, sometimes frightened to see a girl who looked like Adrianna, but she was wrong. She was still safe.
“If you’re worried about the police…” Dennis said. “It is not necessary – the police can’t enter here without having a warrant. Did you say that your female friend does not have power here?”
“That’s right.” Mireya looked at her updated phone, it had everything she needed.
“So they are guided only by your fake correspondence?” Dennis asked with his arms crossed.
“Well, I was at the hotel, when she was killed, in part they were enough of this, now in addition, they have what makes me look almost like a devil in the flesh. I’m a killer for them because my alibi is the crime scene. So it’s ironic…”
“Yes. Or it’s cynical… on the part of the murderer. As if he was ready.”
“Did you say “he”?”
“Well yes.” Dennis ran his hand around his neck. “Somebody strangled her, right? I think not every girl is capable of this because it’s pretty cold-bloodedly.”
“You’re right, but who knows what a girl can do being in a moment of passion…” Mireya snorted.
“So? Are you really going to run away all your life? Until they catch the real criminal?”
“Come on, they will not look for someone else. Instead, they will strain all their gyrus to find me. I already feel they will describe me as a particularly dangerous criminal, and my portraits will be on all TV shows in the country. And by the way, my face certainly will be on all the pillars of this city too. Very cute.” Mireya leaned back.
“And how are you going to justify yourself?”
“Dennis, who is Tom?”
“Sorry?”
“Well, Tom? Tom Walt? Adrianna said the local police could not find him in the database. As if he does not exist at all. Then who is he?”
Dennis exhaled. “In fact, he said he is illegally here and his name is a fake. We did not demand anything from him because he was working with something that was not quite legal.”
“Hey, buddy, slow down… You know what that means we don’t know who Tom Walt is? And is this not really his real name? Who is he, Dennis?”
***
After visiting the Hot Moon, Mireya asked herself a question about the car and the new documents, but given her location, it was easy to her to hide in the city among millions of other people and an endless number of tourists. She knew there are quite a few people in Las Vegas, who are here illegally and are engaged in “grey” activities. Maybe she could find some of them to get a new name, new personality and with their help a new life. But she was not a killer and she was going to prove it to everyone. Someone wanted her to disappear… “It will not work, Stranger”.
For several hours, Mireya wandered along the city and at last she found herself on that lonely road that led to the suburbs. There it was always safe – a lot of people, a lot of newbies, and no one would pay attention to her. But something made her nervous… like someone was watching her.
Another phone call… “Well, no.” Mireya thought. No one could know this number, except for Dennis. She looked at the display. It was not Dennis’s number… It was Leandra’s one. She answered.
“… Come on, Mireya. He’s so… carefree. I would not trust him. Never!” Leandra spoke. “Stay away from him!”
Mireya remembered that day.
She and Leandra were in the dorm room, when they were still in the same college. They discussed a guy (whose name Mireya had already forgotten), and Leandra immediately said – stay away from him.
“You know, sometimes people hide their hidden essence. No one ever knows if there is a mask from a person who is so close to you.” She continued to speak from the tube. “And your new so-called potential boyfriend has a lie in every sentence that he says. Beware of such people, Mireya. Stay away.”
The call was interrupted.
Mireya stopped. Leandra was right again – that guy was already married and has wife was pregnant… the second time. Leandra probably somehow found out about it, but didn’t want to upset her friend, infinitely hinting. Mireya listened to her and didn’t regret it. And someone else knew about this all…
Mireya shuddered when she heard the signal from the car behind. She turned around – the dark sedan was approaching her. The headlights hid the driver’s face; the car stopped. The driver got out… it was Tom.
“No…” Mireya tiredly said and stepped back.
“Calm down!” Tom rubbed his hands. “I don’t bite. Don’t be afraid of me.”
“You know, now the only thing that scares me is the police.”
Tom