The Eyes Tell No Lies by Marquaylla Lorette Read Free Book Online

Arie said with a raised eyebrow.
    “Either way I have to check your home now , so please step aside and stay right here,” Cris said as he step ped around her and into her home.
    Normally she would have protested , but she didn’t have the energy at the moment so she let him by.
    Wow , somebody likes sail boats , Cris thought five minutes later as he walked back to the front of the house.
    “All clear , you can come in now,” Cris called out to Arie as he walked toward the door.
    “I could have told you that , now how about you leave my damn house , ” Arie said . S he knew he was doing his job , but she was still pissed. She hated when people just stepped in and took over for her without listening.
    “How could you when you cannot even see , and what is with the glasses? Plus , there is still the matter of the phone call.” Cris knew the signs . He wasn’t leaving until everything got sorted out.
    “One , the glasses are from my eye surgery , and two , I can see again. Three , I repeat , I never called dispatch or anyone else today , and four , none of this is your damn business ,” Arie said as she slammed the door, crossed her arms in front of her body, and stared at Cris with a death stare.
    Cris ignored her and made his way over to the laptop on the living room table. He hated when people tried to protect their abusers , especially when someone was trying to help them. He didn’t want to outright confront
     her about it and have her clos e up any more than she already was.
    “Hey, what are you doing with my laptop? Just because you ’ re a cop does not mean you can barge your way into my home and act like you live here,” Arie said as she made her way toward him.
    “I am about to prove you called dispatch a few minutes ago and then you are going
     to stop lying to me,” Cris said as he logged into his account to look for the report of the call Lynn had sent
     to him.
    When he found the report , he reached into his pocket, pulled out his cell phone, and began to dial the number
     from the report.
    “Hello , ” Arie answered her ringing phone.
    “If you didn’t call , then why is your number in the report?” Cris asked as he stared at her.
    “There is no way my number is in the report , ” Arie said.
    “Let’s listen to the call since you st ill insist it wasn’t you,” Cris said as Arie sat down next to him trying to peek over at the computer as he pressed play.
    Cris grew angry as the report played, someone was playing a joke on him , and he didn’t find it funny.
    “Did you have anything to do with this?” Cris growled out as he stood and began to pace when the call was over.
    “No , I have no clue what you are talking about , ” Arie answered.
    “My sister , that is my sister ’s voice,” Cris hotly said as he balled his hands into a fist, tight enough to cut off his circulation.
    “I don’t see what the problem is , maybe your sister is playing a trick on you, but I don’t see why she would send you
     to my house,” Arie said with a shrug of her shoulders.
    “You don’t get it! My sister is dead!” Cris yelled out as he punched the wall closes t to him.
    ‘ Here I am , Cristo . ’ They both jumped as Grace ’s voice echoed throughout the house. Newspapers began to drop out of thin air until
     they covered the entire floor.
    “What the hell is going on?” t hey both asked at the same time , with confusion and utter disbelief written on both their faces.
    Arie leaned down and picked up the closes t paper to her, looked at it and then picked up another. All of the papers had one
     thing in common : on the front page was the Daytime killer. Cris did the same thing as Arie on the other side of the room.
    ‘Arie, I know you believe in ghost s , help me help my brother believe ,’ t he same voice from the night of the hospital whispered into Arie’s ear.
    Arie nodded her head as if to answer the sprit, ghost or whatever it was. She had always
     believed in something beyond