Unlucky Number by Deborah Mathis

Author:Deborah Mathis
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Group, USA
Published: 2014-12-10T16:00:00+00:00

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January 21, 2010, broke clear, bright, sunny, and cool over Plant City as Greg set out to meet Dee Dee. The meeting with Mike Smith was a couple of hours off, and Greg wanted to get to Lakeside Mall early to brief Dee Dee on how to proceed with this man who was going to make a false confession so that she could have some peace.

No sooner had they said hello than Dee Dee launched into a monologue. She had been thinking all night about the fall-guy plan and had had a brainstorm: What if she could produce the gun used to shoot Abraham and somehow tie it to the fall guy? Wouldn’t that make his confession all the more believable?

“The gun!” Greg exclaimed. It was the first he’d heard about Abraham being shot. He hadn’t expected anything like that and didn’t know where Dee Dee was going with it, but he was damn sure going to find out. “With his fingerprints on it?” Greg mused. “That would be easier for him to take the fucking case. And that would bring the heat off you strong.”

Dee Dee looked pleased with herself for having come up with an idea that Greg seemed to think was smart.

“He needs to bury that motherfucker after he’s put his hands on it,” Greg said, suggesting that it would help the fall guy seem more legit if he could tell police later where he ditched the weapon. “You don’t want to tie yourself to that gun no kinda fuckin’ way.”

“But it’s registered to me,” Dee Dee said.

Greg felt a rush of excitement. He was about to get his hands on a vital piece of evidence. He was proud that he had outwitted the con woman and gotten her to trust him this much. He liked proving his value.

“Okay,” he said, feeding into Dee Dee’s insatiable appetite for alibis and cover-ups. “Then he broke in your fuckin’ house. That fuckin’ gun. Man, man, man, man, man. Now you made a real fuckin’ alibi. That’s the way to get your ass outta this. He held everybody up and he went through your shit and found your gun.”

“And Abraham pulled a gun on him and he pulled one on Abraham,” Dee Dee added.

“Or threatened you that if you say anything about guns or anything, he’s gonna kill your child.”

“I really don’t believe Abraham’s okay anymore,” Dee Dee said, changing directions as usual. “I think he’d have called me by now. I think that if [his mother] really filed a report that he was okay, I think she was forced. If that’s the case, Miz Elizabeth can go to jail for doing that.” Once again, Greg did not challenge Dee Dee’s delusional assertion about Abraham’s mother, who both he and Dee Dee knew had never filed such a report. If Dee Dee wanted to keep playing that game, fine, as long as he could still get that gun from her. But first, he had to entertain more rantings

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