You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Luther wondered why Joyce had a shocked look on her face.

He stepped forward and grasped Joyce's arm. He questioned again, "You still haven't answered me. Why did you push her down the stairs?" At that moment, Joyce's cell phone suddenly rang sharply.

The ring echoed in the empty corridor abruptly. It never stopped, like the funeral tolling.

She looked down and saw that it was Karl calling. Her pupils contracted again as a bad feeling rose in her heart.

Without a situation so serious that even Karl couldn't handle it, Karl couldn't have called her at all.

For less urgent matters, all he had to do was send her a text message. He knew she was waiting for his message and that she would see it. So, something must have happened.

Unconsciously, Joyce's fingers trembled slightly.

She pressed the answer button and Karl's urgent voice came from the other end of the line, "Joyce, something's wrong!"

"What's wrong?" Joyce's heart missed a beat.

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and simply hung

He was a battle- hardened detective, and the things that

phone, swatted Luther away, and strode past him. “You can't leave!" Luther yanked Joyce back. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of s early

stop me! Let go!" Joyce roared. Anger appeared on her delicate face

years earlier.” Luther wouldn't stop. He thought to himself that he was tolerant enough of her. This, however, was a criminal offense, and only a good confession would give her a

had been completely disappointed in him. Trust? Understanding? They

her!" She was completely enraged, "Luther, get out of here, and come back to me when you find the evidence and get a

saw it with my own eyes, so what

his arms, holding her firmly in

tilted her

actually so far away. There was a moment of silence, and

Suddenly, she smiled.

like a tiny spark that shone up in the smoky