The Black Widow by Wendy Corsi Staub

Author:Wendy Corsi Staub [Staub, Wendy Corsi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2015-02-23T16:00:00+00:00

Alex had initially figured it would be a good idea to wait a full half hour after the light in the upstairs bedroom was extinguished. After all, she thought, she had all night.

But she’s never been very good with time. It either flies by or it drags on, and she usually has a hard time keeping track either way.

But she did check her watch earlier. She knows that it’s only been ten minutes since she got here. Ten minutes. It feels like hours.

She can’t possibly stay here, crouched in the bushes, for another twenty minutes. Maybe she can endure another ten, at most. Or five.

She’s much too warm in layers of denim and fleece from head to toe, but the mosquitoes are biting what little bit of skin she’s left exposed on her face and hands. Her legs are cramping, her head is throbbing and—worst of all—her phone is back at home.

Surely by now Ben must have replied to her private message. He might be wondering why she isn’t writing back promptly. He might even be giving up on her, right this very second, and moving on to some other woman.

No, Ben, you can’t do that!

I need you! We need each other! Wait for me! Please wait!

Sweat from her soaked scalp trickles down the nape of her neck. She lowers her hood momentarily to wipe it away. A mosquito buzzes close to her ear, then sinks its stinger into the newly exposed skin of her neck. She slaps away the engorged insect and finds blood smeared on her fingers.

That does it. She can’t stick this out for even another minute. Either she goes in now and does what has to be done, or she goes home and forgets this whole thing.

Which will it be?

. . . color scheme changed from white to brown and black . . .

Carmen . . . Dante . . . Ben . . .

In, she decides.

With her heart pounding, she puts up her hood again, and pulls the brim of her cap low over her forehead. She takes a pair of surgical gloves from her pocket and puts them on. Then, with her bloodied hand clenched into a hard fist inside its latex covering, Alex emerges from the bushes and strides toward the salmon-colored house.

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