The Ringer


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In the previous episode, readers voted that Clark was arrested because another victim from his past has survived and helped the police track him down.

Episode 18

Scarlett fought to keep her knees from buckling. Her heart beat so hard it hurt. This wasn’t the plan. He was arrested already? How? Why?

Clark was silent on the other end for a moment as a garbled voice in the background yelled for him to get off the phone and Clark yelled back that it was still his time.

“Clark! Why were you arrested?” Scarlett asked again, louder this time.

“They said . . . will you shut up! I know my rights asshole!” he yelled.

“Scarlett, just come here please, I clearly can’t get a . . . Get your hands off me! My call isn’t over! Give me back-” Click.

Damn, she had to get over there and figure out what was going on. She wasn’t upset he was arrested, but she needed to know why. It seemed surreal.

She rushed down to the police station.

“Ma’am I can’t tell you about a case you aren’t involved in,” the cop said, clearly irritated with her.

Before she got a chance to say anything, another officer came around the corner. At first Scarlett didn’t recognize him when he stopped in his tracks.

“Scarlett? Is that you?” he asked.

It took a second of looking at this striking man before she recognized him from college. “Scott?”

“Yeah! Well, Officer Mallard now,” he said with a head jerk to the side and crooked grin as though he felt like a big shot saying it.

She laughed a little, but still couldn’t get over how much he had changed. They had dated for a little while when she first got to the university when he was a long haired, geeky political science major who ended up leaving town for an internship at another school. He was far from geeky now, and Scarlett felt foolish for blushing and for gawking so long at his freshly faux-hawked chestnut hair. It wasn’t long, though, before her awe was replaced with a reality check.

After a small hug and dismissing the other officer, he placed his hands on her shoulders. Concerned eyes locked on hers before asking, “So what are you doing here? Is everything okay?”

Scarlett was actually relieved to be dealing with someone she knew It would make telling him about everything much easier.

She explained she needed to talk with him privately and after following him to an interrogation room, she started to tell him what was going on.

“The man you arrested, Clark Basseri, I’m assuming it’s related to his murders?”

Scott couldn’t keep the surprise from his face when he asked how she knows about him.

“I was one of his victims. Well, attempted, I guess. I escaped because he claimed he had feelings for me so he didn’t follow through. I started to believe him because he eventually saved me from another person trying to hurt me,” Scarlett paused a moment and realized she’d never given any thought to turning James in. “But even though he was a good friend when I needed one, I couldn’t stay with him when he asked me to. I didn’t feel like I could tell him that either, though, because among other things I didn’t trust him to leave me alone or not to hurt anyone else again if I didn’t stay with him, so I started recording all of our conversations and I tried to set him up by pretending the only way I would stay is if he would help me kill someone. All I need to show is intent, right? I was 30 minutes away from coming to the police myself to provide my recordings before Clark called me-“

“Wait, you’re who he called?”

“Yes. He didn’t know that I was trying to set him up.”

They both sat there for a minute before Scott’s dazed expression looked back up at her.

“Scarlett, we arrested Clark because there was another victim who escaped and has been helping the force track him for months. Using statements from other victim’s family members and her account of what happened, they finally got him. She lived in California when he tried to get her but-“

“Wait, California? Did you say California?”

“Yes? Why?”

Scarlett thought her heart was going to stop. Her sister lived in California. Whether this survivor was her sister or not, she wasn’t sure she could take it either way.

“My sister lived in California. Scott, who is she? Who survived?”

The words barely made it out before her eyes welled up at the idea that her sister might still be alive.

His eyes grew desperate. He had to look away before responding, “Oh Scarlett . . . It’s . . .”  Vote below on what will happen next or if viewing from email, click Take our Poll.

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