Southern Sass and a Battered Bride by Kate Young

Author:Kate Young [Young, Kate]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington Books
Published: 2021-01-25T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 18

A fter we ordered dinner, we stood in my office, where I had a huge whiteboard hung above the whitewashed desk. I tossed the teal throw pillow that had fallen off the chair back on it and rolled the white office chair aside. I put Lucy’s name in blue at the top of the board. Sam’s theory was shot, now that we knew Lucy was unequivocally dead. I put Alex’s name under hers in red, with money clip in parentheses, and beside his, the biker with a question mark. We still didn’t have a positive identification on him. To the left of their names, I added the body being dumped at my house and evidence planted. In parentheses, fentanyl.

Under the evidence, I put the names of everyone who had been inside my home after the murder. If it was a murder. I put a question mark after Alex’s name.

“Alex had to have been outside your house after.” Betsy put the money clip on the desk. “I hate to say it, but we ought to call him over here and have it out with him. It’ll be better if we go at him together.”

I shook my head. “I don’t know, Bets. You should have seen him at the sheriff’s office. He practically foamed at the mouth. I mean, I’ve never seen him like this. And once he finds out Lucy wasn’t ever pregnant, and the evidence against me, he’s liable to blow a fuse. And when that happens, I don’t want to be anywhere near him.” I tapped the marker against the desk. “I would like to know if Alex has been snooping at my house, and why.”

She made a face and folded her arms, just as the doorbell rang. “He’s my own blood and I don’t go accusing folks without cause, but how could his clip get here if he hasn’t been? Maybe he’s lost it, or worse, is on drugs.”

“All right, fine. He was probably outside. I just hate to even think he might be behind setting us up.” I followed Betsy out of the room and into the living area.

“Me too,” she said sadly. “I’ll grab the pizza. You get the plates.”

“Okay.” My cell rang as I was putting the plates on the bar. I hit the speaker icon when I saw it was Javier. “Hey.” I grabbed two wineglasses from the cabinet.

“Hey yourself. I need to come by and have a word with you later.” He sounded rushed.

I had the wine fridge open and decided on a bottle of merlot. “Is this officially or unofficially?”

“Like I was never there and way unofficially.”

“Now I’m nervous.” I searched for my corkscrew. I needed this wine now.

Betsy came trudging back in with a large box of pizza and a small box of breadsticks. She had to have her breadsticks. “Where are the salads?”

“I didn’t order no salads. This here’s a last meal sort of thing. Ain’t no one ordering salads for their last meal.” She plopped down the boxes and lifted the lids.

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