A local woman missing- Mary Kubica

Bea falls into them. They lance her arm. She’s bleeding, but I don’t
think she knows that she is. She’s slowed down because of the fall. I
use it to my advantage, to move quickly. I have to get away from her.
If I get to the house, I can lock the door behind myself. There I can
call the police. I’ll confess to what I’ve done. I’ll let Bea decide what
she wants to confess to when the police come looking for her.
But I only get as far as the other side of the car. She’s quick. She
catches me there, grabbing me by the arm. “Give me the phone,”
she snaps, clutching my arm so tight it hurts. “Give me the fucking
phone, Meredith.”
I try to pull my arm away, but can’t. I spin around to face her. Bea’s
eyes are enraged. I’m about to tell her no, that I won’t give her the
fucking phone. But the words get stuck in my throat. Bea now wields
a hammer. Josh’s hammer, which she must have grabbed from his
workbench on the way past.
“What do you think you’re going to do with that?” I ask.
“Just give me the phone and I’ll put it down,” she says. I almost
believe her. Bea doesn’t want to hurt me. I know this. Until what
happened with Shelby, Bea bore no malice toward me, toward
anyone. She was benevolent.
But the Bea I see now has her back to a wall. I have no idea how
far she’s willing to go to protect herself and her freedom.
She holds her free hand out. “Give me the fucking phone,
Meredith.”
I tell her no. I can’t do that. I glance down at my phone and find the
keypad.
She hoists the hammer above her head. “Don’t fucking test me,”
she screams.
“Or what?” I challenge. “What will you do to me, Bea?”
She says nothing. I call her bluff. Bea is my friend. We’ve known
each other for years. It’s not like I’m Shelby. Bea didn’t know Shelby.
She had no affinity toward her. It was far easier to do what she did to
Shelby than to hurt me.
I turn away from her. I’ll go back to the house and call the police
from there.
But as I turn, I’m shocked to see Delilah standing in the open
garage door, watching us. She holds the TV’s remote control in her