Chapter 9
Sylvia lay on James' cooling body until the police came and lifted her off. She was set in a chair and James' body taken, but she was past caring. She was numb. There was nothing now. It was like after her mother had died. Life just became meaningless. She was vaguely aware that people were trying to talk to her. Trying to get answers. She did notice when a woman sat down nest to her, gathering her into a hug as her dog set his head on her leg and whined. She just about started crying again, but tried instead to focus on this woman and her friends.
"My name is Sue Thomas." She said. "This is Agents Jack Hudson and Bobby Manning. We work for the FBI." Jack and Bobby each nodded when she introduced them.
"I'm Sylvia." She managed to choke out.
"What happened?" Jack asked, crouching down so that he was eye level with her.
"He killed James." Sylvia told him shakily. "He killed my fiancée."
"Who killed him?" Sue asked, her arm still around Sylvia's shoulders.
"My father." She whispered, tears starting to fall again. "Donavin."
"Bobby…" Jack said.
"I'm on it." Bobby told him, leaving the room as Sylvia dissolved into tears once more.
"Come on. Let's get you home." Sue said compassionately. Sue and Jack drove Sylvia home, helping her to her room where she collapsed onto the bed. "If you need anything, call me." Sue told her, setting a business card on her end table. Sylvia managed to nod before the world disappeared. Her life had just gone from awesome to totally shattered. She didn't know if she could stand to be in this world without James. She bitterly realized that this was all life was anyway. Heartbreak and torment. Her life had just gone from maybe having a little relevance to being completely worthless and not worth the effort to keep it going. Slowly Sylvia fell into a fitful sleep.
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