"She probably just wants to ask me something."
"I'll wait over here," she said. Rayleigh caught up to me with Hank.
"Oh, my God. I knew you were familiar when we first saw you," she said, panting.
"What are you talking about?" I asked her.
"We know who you are. You're that girl. We heard the story years ago. Your father was the one who did all those killings in Texas," Hank said. My jaw dropped.
"N-no. You definitely have the wrong person," I stammered.
"No. Randall McCune. His daughter was the only survivor." My throat felt like it was being squeezed. No, no, no. How the hell did he find out? How did he know? I shook my head frantically, unable to get any words out.
"Abby, could you come with me? Excuse us, please, sir. We have to return to the hotel," I heard Makani say to Hank. I felt her take my arm and quickly pull me away from them. I let her pull me along like a ragdoll. I felt empty, like someone had knocked me over the head and I still hadn't gotten my bearings back yet.
Makani was speaking the entire way up to the main hotel building, but I didn't hear a thing she said. We passed the desk and went straight into the employee changing room. She pushed me down onto a bench so I could sit.
"Abby, Abby?" she said shaking my shoulders. I met her eyes. She looked worried.
"Who told them?" I asked.
"I don't know. They must have found out from somewhere. Are you all right?" she asked.
I sighed. Was I? No. I wasn't. He had said his name. I had tried for years to forget that name. It plunged me right back where it had happened. My father. My mother. Her screaming. Him yelling. The knife against my neck. I felt like I was going to be sick. I shot up.
"Where is Joseph?" I asked her.
"His office. Why?"
"I have to go."
"I'll come with you," she said.
"I just need a little time. I'm okay," I assured her.
"Are you sure?" she asked. I nodded.
"I'm coming to your house tonight."
"I'll call you," I said.
"Abby," she said.
"I'm fine. Just a little shook up," I told her, trying to convince myself at the same time.
"If you don't call, I'm coming over," she said resolutely. I nodded. She let me go. I knocked loudly on Joseph's door. He barked for me to come inside.
"Mr. Kalo, I-"
"Back already?" he asked, cutting me off.
"Yes, sir. I know its short notice, but I have to ask for the rest of the day off," I said hurriedly.
"Today isn't your day off," he said.
"I know, but it’s an emergency. I have to... I can't.... I would never ask for this unless I had to," I said desperately.
"What's the matter with you? Are you sick?" he asked.