Amanda Remembers

"Ryan's killer will be found." Ross said, quickly changing the subject.
"He was a homeless drug addict. He can't be your priority. Please Detective."
"I am doing my best, Ms. Perretti."
"Someone slit my brother's throat and left him to bleed to death. I would be dead now if not for Christian."

Ross leaned back in his chair and and put his hands behind his neck, watching the beautiful Amanda. She was right, though. Ryan's killer would remain a mystery, the case unsolved. He stared into her emerald eyes, wondering how he could lie to someone so beautiful and smart, and a victim who by all rights deserved answers. He had heard her name floating through the club, like cigarette smoke, and now here she was, sitting across from him, demanding answers that were not his to give to her.

Amanda remembered Ross being there when she awoke in the ER. He had questioned her repeatedly. He told her about the couple from England who had stumbled upon both she and Ryan. Her description of Ryan's murder, including monsters with fangs and men wielding machetes, seemed to be the stuff of horror movies and nightmares, explained to her as a delusion, post-traumatic stress syndrome brought on by seeing her brother murdered so violently. When she had asked the police why she was still alive, they had no answers, only conjecture that the couple had scared the murderer away before he could get to her. There was no motive in her brothers' death. The fifty dollars she had given him earlier was still in his front pocket.

Exerpt- Immortal Obsession