Backwards by ameliamcfloyd (ebook reader color screen TXT) 📕

your children well? Is everything all right with you, "asked Marguerite Whinchurch, after which she was able to calm down a little.

At first she did not dare to give her an answer and a long time about whether and especially what to say to her.

"Yes, my children are fine. Only Vivienne has taken this incident very much, she is not accessible for days! We are all very sorry and deeply saddened "answered Roselyn.

Your response to her was hard on the lips.

"I wanted to invite you to the only funeral and subsequent funeral, they take place on Thursday at 15 clock!" Informed Margreth Rosie.

"Thank you for the invitation, we know it really is greatly appreciated, we will be there!" Said Roselyn.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Vivienne came after days of mourning back from her room.

"Who called Mama?" Asked her daughter.

"This was Celeste's mother Rosie, she invited us to attend the funeral of her daughter," answered Roselyn.

Flora and Vince came to meet her.

"How are you, sis? We are deeply concerned about you. Are you hungry? "

"No, thank you! I would be more for a shopping spree for me to be able to deflect anything. Comes with it, "asked her sister Vivienne.
Vivienne made refreshed and went back out for days now.

"Mom, we're out to bring our sister for a brief moment to think of other things," stated Vince modest flora and her mother.

"All right, but take care of yourselves!" Vivienne's parents answered almost simultaneously.

Flora, Vince and Vivienne then disappeared shortly afterwards and left the parental home.

"I need some fresh air ... Let us first drink?" Suggested Vivienne.

All three had agreed to its proposal. After some time they sat down to a nearby cafe and ordered the desired beverage. Vivienne was about to begin to talk about her grief at her brother and sister from the heart when she heard about CNN more details about Celeste's death. It stated:

"There is a hot track, about the death Celeste Whinchurch! Recent investigations have shown that you could have during the autopsy of the corpse of Whinchurch Celeste, the daughter of the president of Bank of America, bite wounds. Whose origins are sometimes unclear. Even with the alleged perpetrators, the police still groping in the dark. It is now suspected that the daughter of Damien Whinchurch is a sadistic, drug-addicted offenders fallen victim! A sex crime could be excluded! You can learn more around the clock on CNN! For you in the studio Carmen Mendoza! "

Vince, flora and Vivienne turned to the TV and watched the news quietly. She met all three to the core. After this news, they quickly rejected the idea to go shopping. All three went instead pensive walk. Both flora and Vincent and Vivienne are trying a rhyme of this story make. Celeste's death was also very close to them and raised many, many questions.

"I do not understand the world anymore! Why Celeste? She has yet nobody's done! Why is this world just so unfair? "Vivienne took the word.

"If I catch the person who did this to her, the one who wished to be me never met!" Vince ruled with hatred and contempt, about Celeste's murderer.

Flora, however, brought out a word, but you could tell that she was in an emotional roller coaster. It was early evening when they set out on the way home.
About seven they were then returned home.

"We're back!" Vince gave flora and to understand their parents.
 
Both flora and Vince Vivienne and then went into her room. They all tried to process the tragic report of the local station about Celeste's death. In each room was a heavy silence felt oppressive and everyone mourned his way. While Flora and Vivienne were wept openly, Vincent felt incredible anger and incomprehension in its interior.

Meanwhile, it was late in the evening, as Vivienne was torn because of their ringing phones from her thoughts.

"Am I speaking with Vivienne Turner? I deeply regret that I do to such a late hour calls. You is the name of April Sommers known, "she asked a male voice on the other end of the line.

Vivienne suddenly went pale in the face, her breathing remained standing. She felt as if you squeeze her the air.

For a moment, put out her breath and in a split second, it all more color in her face.

"How'd you get my number? How do you know my name? Yes, the name is known to me, that's my best friend. What about her, "she said flatly.

"I just wanted to say that April is in a safe place! I let someone come to you, "replied the man's voice.
Vivienne regained consciousness and its impotence was anger.

"Where is she? Where is April? "She asked the unknown caller.

But even as she asked this question, the stranger had already hung up. Vivienne tormented even more questions, of sleeping with her could be no question. Wide awake, she went to the roof terrace, made a Dry Martini. She wandered restlessly back and forth on her terrace. With an effort she reflected, where April could only be called and her phone back into memory. Vivienne hoped to find in it an important detail in their common call that April could tell current location. She turned her eyes, even with the half-empty martini glass in hand, and looked forward to the stunning night skyline of New York also ...

It was a somewhat chilly night. The moon was full and seemed crystal clear down to earth. A light wind blew silently over their terrace.

She was just about to light a cigarette. Her finger was on the trigger of the lighter are that the flame was extinguished in the meantime, they did not care. Something else seemed to have caught her attention. Absently she took her thumb off the lighter and wondered what would be there probably on their terrace. Something small and Queen seemed to lie on the stone floor as she was sure. Vivienne walked carefully to the Dry Martini in his hand in that direction. She went to her knees and examined the delicate, almost fragile thing, which was staying at her feet. Gently she reached you from hand to take it as such.
It had all the appearance of a wine red gladiolus - Vivienne's favorite flowers.

"Take her to calm you! They will not bite you before! "Assured her a male voice.

It was a very soft yet deep male voice. Like black velvet feels like it sounded in human ears. His voice seemed to be a baritone. Vivienne was just about to get up, she was terrified so much when she suddenly saw a few sneakers dangling in front of them that just her eyes widened and a short high scream was heard.

It lasted until they realized his time, a man was sitting in front of her on the parapet of the roof terrace.

In a delayed reaction, she dropped her glass of martini .. The thin glass shattered into a thousand tiny shards immediately as soon as it came up on the stone floor.

Her breath caught.

"How did you come up here? How did you know where I live? "She asked in a shaky voice.

"Pure Intuition! I'm waiting for you downstairs, "he said, with his loving lovely voice.
"Where are we going?" Said Vivienne troubled him.

"Hurry up, I have no time to lose," he urged them now.

Vivienne took the house keys and sneaked out of the parental home. About the elevator she succeeded then down to where Michelangelo was waiting for them.

"You ready? We go, "he put his hand briefly.

She nodded briefly. Vivienne got mixed feelings into Mike's Lamborghini. Mike went on the accelerator! He quickly reached the 300km / h - brand.

"Where are we going?" She asked him.

"You'll find out early enough! We go visit someone. "He answers her harshly.

After a short time he gave Vivienne understand that their journey was over.

"We have arrived at our destination," he said.

He got out to open the door can then Vivienne. Vivienne standing in front of a mansion that was more like a small castle.

"So you're Vivienne Turner," a deep voice, another male voice came from the darkness.
When she tried to find out where the voice came, Ben was already in front of her. Ben was a tall, athletically built man had dark brown hair, gray eyes and was 321Jahre-old Vivienne does not know what. He was a nice fellow, highly educated, and he was someone who had held damn good for his age. He immediately caught himself and froze his features.

"I Michelangelo sent to you to let you get here." He informed them.

"Follow me," he told Vivienne.

She followed him without resistance. Ben stepped forward like the first one, followed by Vivienne and Michelangelo, as the last. With safe passage, she walked along the gravel path. He paved the way to the front door. It was not long, as she stood outside the residence.
It was a long, rectangular building, which was built in the Italian Neo-Renaissance style. It was fully lined with flesh-colored facades.
All six feet were visible large windows. The elaborate, carved stone angel ornaments made this opulent window. The window frames were painted in dark green.

Above the entrance, a large balcony was built that stretched seemingly to the entire facade. When they came to the entrance, Vivienne faced an approximately two - man high dark brown door.

A grimace for grimace of black brass was almost placed in the center. It reminded me a little of a threat with teeth bared Rottweiler. In his closed mouth sticking a medium-sized knock ring. It was only when she entered the mansion she could make a whole picture of the breathtaking beauty of this house. Blank polished, dark parquet covered the entire room in which they stood.
The walls of the first room had been dealt with aubergine wallpaper. Black wooden frame and fine furniture with intricate carvings of ebony rounded out the room to an elegant manner. On the way into the bedroom, Vivienne was immediately apparent that none of the rooms is a mirror hung.

Ben carefully opened the huge, long, narrow, black door to the guest room. Your insides of the notches had been provided with gold leaf. Vivienne almost floating, it granted a glimpse of the spacious bedrooms. Despite, the darkness, you had a good understanding on the establishment, which was inside. The color seemed to be a very dark forest green.

The bed, as well as the rest of the bedroom furniture had been processed from fine mahogany wood.
She could see only dimly, like someone was sleeping in it.

As Vivienne cautiously stepped closer, she could see April in bed. Michelangelo's interest was not the sleeping April but her. Even she could almost feel how his watchful eyes they looked.

With slightly tilted head and a sheepish yet highly interested look Vivienne Michael seemed to muster. He caught himself before they could see anything. His face hardened even before he asked.

"Convinced? It's time to go! I'll take you home, "he urged.

Thoughtful Vivienne rose in Michelangelo Gallardo. The first stage of the journey the two spent in silence.
In the time in which he was focused to deal with its line ahead, however, she turned her gaze again and again in his direction. Michael quickly realized that he was being watched by her