Chapter Three
"Miss?"
Jocelyn heard the voice but didn't respond. Shock had taken over her body.
"Miss?"
Jocelyn stared up at the police officer in front of her.
"Miss?" he said once more. "I need you to tell me what happened here."
Jocelyn clutched tighter to the gray blanket that was wrapped around her. Despite the heat that was coming from the house, Jocelyn was freezing. The spaghetti strap black dress that came up to her mid-thigh didn't help either.
"Carter," she whispered.
"Carter? Was that the man's name? Was that the man who did this? Ma'am, I need you to talk to me," the officer said.
"Leave her alone," came a voice from behind the officer.
The officer whirled around and found the chief of police standing behind him.
"Yes, sir," the officer said before he disappeared.
"Jared?" Jocelyn said as the man sat beside her.
"Shhhh, it's okay," Jared said as he took Jocelyn into his arms.
"He's dead, Jared. Carter's dead."
Jocelyn started to weep silently.
"I know," Jared whispered.
He too felt tears beginning to fall, but he held them back. Losing his best friend was devastating, but he had to stay strong for Jocelyn. He was all she had left. Her family was back in L.A. and she was in Atlanta, Georgia.
"Do they know who left the bomb?" Jocelyn asked, her voice cracking slightly.
Jared shook his head no. "We'll find them. I promise you."
Jocelyn nodded and after a while she fell asleep. Jared held her closer and watched as they firefighters searched the remains of the house. Red and blue lights danced across Jocelyn's face as she slept. Jared looked down at his best friend's girlfriend.
'I'll find who did this,' he promised. 'And I'll send 'em to hell when I do.'
Jocelyn shook the memories from her brain as she woke up.
'Why do you haunt me?' she asked herself mentally.
Jocelyn didn't receive an answer, only silence.