Suspicions with Murder (A Rilynne Evans Mystery, Book Four) by Jenn Vakey Read Free Book Online Page B

the manor was given its own section, and it seemed that every item within the room was listed. In addition to a picture and description of the items, there were very specific instructions about how they should be cleaned.
    As unusual as they were, the binders were actually very useful. They included nearly every item placed around the house. Rilynne knew that the item used to hit Brittney Price was long and approximately three inches wide. While it wasn’t guaranteed the item was in one of the binders, it definitely gave her a place to start.
    As she looked over the instructions for each area she would be responsible for the next day, she made a list of every item that could have caused the bruise found on the victim’s lower back. Though she knew the manor was huge, she found a surprising number of items that were consistent. Unfortunately, none of them were in the rooms she would be cleaning tomorrow.
    By the time she finished flipping through the binders and reading over the detailed list of responsibilities she would have, it was just after ten. She walked quietly to the kitchen and grabbed something from the staff fridge, then retreated back to her room.
    After pulling on her pajamas and running her fingers quickly through her long auburn hair, she slid under the thick comforter. Her head barely touched the pillow before she felt herself drift away.
    “This is the exact type of uniform I was assured I wouldn’t have to wear!” Rilynne yelled into the mirror. The image in front of her made her want to walk out the door and head back to her real life. The puffy skirt barely left her covered, and the top was so low cut that she was afraid she would pop out of it the next time she took a deep breath.
    She turned to find the members of the homicide unit standing around her room, each with his own judgmental look.
    “Well, I guess that’s as good as it’s going to get,” Wilcome said abruptly. “Off to it then. And if you get fired from this job, don’t bother coming back to the station.”
    “You can’t be serious,” she said as the men started filing out of the room. She reached out to stop Wilcome, but he pushed her away and continued out. When she ran out the door after them, she found only a long, empty hallway. She glanced down at her watch and panicked when she realized she was already late. Running as fast as she could, she came upon the first room she was to clean.
    When she walked in, she was almost knocked back by the sight. The bathroom, which was as large as her entire house, looked like one you would expect to find in a rundown rest stop. “No time to waste,” she heard coming from the intercom above. “You have one hour to get the room entirely spotless.”
    “How am I supposed to get this done in just an hour?” she asked as she pulled the bucket of cleaning supplies toward her. She emptied it out on the floor, but found only a small bottle of cleaner and her toothbrush. “I can’t use this,” she called out.
    “Only twenty minutes left,” the voice called out again.
    Panicking even further, she grabbed the toothbrush and started scrubbing the sink with it. She had only managed to clean a small circle when a loud buzzer echoed through the room.
    “Your time is up,” the voice said. This time there was a note of pleasure in it that left her worried. Before she could respond, though, three large guards walked in and led her out of the room.
    She considered running but they soon came to a stop. She looked out and saw a large throne sitting several feet in front of her.
    “Tsk, tsk,” the woman sitting in it said. “That just won’t do at all. Away with her!”
    Rilynne tried to plead with the woman, but before she could even get a word out, the guards surrounded her and pushed her backwards. She took a step back but the ground vanished below her. She was falling. With every motion her body made, it was met by sharp pain. She was tumbling uncontrollably down a large flight of