Lady Killer: A Fox County Forensics Novel by Malone Cara

Author:Malone, Cara
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lisbon Press
Published: 2021-11-11T00:00:00+00:00

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A few more days went by. Clark did his best to buddy up to Henry, just like he’d tried to befriend AJ even though all he’d really wanted was Belle’s attention. She’d made it clear that they were a package deal, and what with the wedding rings and the kids and all, Clark figured there was zero chance he’d get to spend time with Bridget without Henry hanging around.

The man was impossible, though.

Clark brought him a beer, he said he already had one. He offered to change Lena’s diaper, Henry gruffly announced that he was her father, as if Clark had actually forgotten in the span of a week. He even volunteered to help when Henry brought out his tools to tackle a leaky pipe in the bathroom.

It wasn’t his fault that he had no experience with that sort of thing, and didn’t know a pipe wrench from his asshole, as Henry charmingly put it.

“That big one, right there!” he said, pointing from his contorted position beneath the sink.

Clark handed it to him. Henry disappeared beneath the pipes again. He would have given up and left Henry to fix the sink by himself, but at the moment, there was no where else to go, no one to talk to. Bridget had gone to the grocery store with the kids, and she was the one who’d suggested this as a ‘male bonding activity,’ hoping to ease some of the tension that filled the house lately.

“O-ring,” Henry said.

That one was a head-scratcher too. “What?”

“Come on, damn it,” Henry grumped. “What good are you if you don’t know what anything is?”

An icy guilt crept up Clark’s back and a wave of nausea seized him at that accusation.

Henry squirmed out from under the sink and dropped the pipe wrench on the floor, then got a little black rubber ring from his toolbox. He showed it to Clark with a sarcastic look, then shimmied back under the sink.

This was exactly how it felt when he was a kid and his mother asked him to ‘help’ with the money. She’d sit at their kitchen table and berate him every step of the way. Nothing he did was ever good enough. Nothing was ever right.

He was useless and she let him know it.

“Can you hand me the pipe wrench again or have you forgotten what it is already?” Henry asked from under the sink. He held out his hand, waiting.

Clark picked up the wrench. It was heavy and cool in his palm, and his hand fisted involuntarily around it. Do it. Get rid of the bastard, that little tumor-voice in the back of his head hissed. Clark raised the wrench a few more inches. It would solve a lot of his problems if Henry disappeared. He could have Bridget all to himself again-

It would also create a lot of problems.

And besides, Clark was no murderer. All those girls, all that death… he hadn’t wanted any of it. None of it would have been necessary if they just took the time to get to know him.

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