CHAPTER 2:
"It's time to forget about the past,
To wash away what happened last.
Hide behind an empty face.
Don't ask too much, just say
'Cause this is just a game.
It's a beautiful lie
It's the perfect denial
Such a beautiful lie to believe in
So beautiful. Beautiful it makes me."
30 Seconds To Mars (A beautiful lie)
"And that was the last time I saw Patch Cipriano."
"Are you covering up for him?" Detective Basso asked, sitting comfortably at our dinner table.
I rolled my eyes.
"Come on! You hear your boyfriend's wanted in connection with the death of a high school student, and you're not going to TRY to cover up for him?"
"He's not my boyfriend," I said softly. "And it was a suicide."
"Why should I believe you?" he narrowed his eyes at me.
"Look, I haven't seen him since that night we came back from Delphic Beach. It's been two weeks already. I assume that's code for 'we're over'."
Detective Basso leaned back in his chair, his gun in his arm holster clearly visible. "Now why would he just disappear like that? That sounds like something a guilty man would do."
I remained still. Basso tried to penetrate my hostile façade , but gave up with a smirk. He got up, pulled his jacket off the back of the chair and climbed into it. He walked up to me and stopped. His low, rumbling voice sent chills up my spine as he said, "I will find out what happened to Jules, with or without your co-operation." Then he let himself out.
I heard the door open and his footsteps stop. "Nora!" he called. "Tell your boyfriend to pay me a visit when he comes back into town." I heard the door close and his car drive off.
I'm not entirely sure of what happened the night that Jules died. But Patch saved me! Jules was the one trying to kill me and torture Vee. If not for Patch, I'd be dead. I blacked out after I fell off the rafter in the school gym. That was the moment I sacrificed myself for Patch to gain a human body and to kill Chauncey (aka Jules) his nephilim vessel.
In other words, I should be dead! Detective Basso would never believe a word of it. That's why it didn't matter if I told the truth or part of it. Patch and I were the only two there that night (or so we've had the reports believe). We were the only ones that knew the truth.
