The Bad Ones by Fantome Stylo

Author:Fantome, Stylo [Fantome, Stylo]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Battleaxe Productions
Published: 2016-04-09T16:00:00+00:00

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Of course Dulcie heard about the tragedy that had befallen the Foster household. Did she know someone had broken into Jared and Frannie's home? Had she heard about how the pots had been left to burn on the stove? Was she aware that some barbarian had ripped apart all their furniture!? Thank god, though, the fire hadn't spread to the rest of the house! And thank god only the living room and kitchen had been mainly attacked. The bedrooms had been left unscathed.

Hmmm, I guess there wasn't a terribly thorough investigation. Or Frannie isn't letting certain details out.

While Con had made sure the house wasn't actually on fire, Dulcie had cleaned up the bedroom. After everything on the mattress dried, she carefully made up the bed. When she finally stepped away to look at her work, she was pleased – a person would never know anyone had been in the room, let alone that two people had fucked like maniacs on the bed.

“You're fucking crazy,” Con had whispered as he'd hugged her from behind. “I love it.”

Is that what this is? Love? It's pretty fucking scary.

They drove back exactly the same way they'd come in, and Dulcie had expected to see police. Firemen. At the very least, gawking neighbors. But there had been nothing. A dog a couple doors down had been going nuts behind its fence, but that was it. As they'd driven away, she'd looked out the back window and couldn't even tell anything had gone down at the Foster's home. Their driveway looked the same as ever, there was no hint of the insanity that had taken place within their four walls.

It rattled the community, that something like that could happen. Such a random act of violence. So senseless. The tiny police force didn't know how to deal with it, didn't know what to do. A curfew was instituted for anyone under eighteen, just in case they were dealing with a madman. Dulcie laughed so hard when she read about it in the paper, she started choking and Con had to pound on her back.

A week went by, and then another. There were no hints, no leads, in the case, and time kept ticking along. August rolled into town, even hotter than July. They slept in her apartment with all the windows open, laying naked and praying for a breeze. Making love and not caring about anything at all.

Of course, they could've stayed at Con's house. It had air conditioning and lots of rooms to choose from; Mr. Jebediah Masters wasn't going to complain any time soon. She never asked Con about his dad, but she knew. She just knew Mr. Masters would never be coming home, and that's why they couldn't leave town. It would be too suspicious. They would have to figure out a way to “cover their tracks”, as it were. Make it so no one would have a reason to come asking them any questions.

Work was becoming more and more difficult. Con had

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