Back Deceptive Innocence
Chapters (48)
  1. Cover
  2. part one
  3. prologue
  4. chapter one
  5. Four years later
  6. chapter two
  7. chapter three
  8. chapter four
  9. chapter five
  10. chapter six
  11. chapter seven
  12. chapter eight
  13. chapter nine
  14. chapter ten
  15. chapter eleven
  16. chapter twelve
  17. chapter thirteen
  18. chapter fourteen
  19. part two
  20. chapter fifteen
  21. chapter sixteen
  22. chapter seventeen
  23. chapter eighteen
  24. chapter nineteen
  25. chapter twenty
  26. chapter twenty-one
  27. chapter twenty-two
  28. chapter twenty-three
  29. part three
  30. chapter twenty-four
  31. chapter twenty-five
  32. chapter twenty-six
  33. chapter twenty-seven
  34. chapter twenty-eight
  35. chapter twenty-nine
  36. chapter thirty
  37. chapter thirty-one
  38. chapter thirty-two
  39. chapter thirty-three
  40. chapter thirty-four
  41. chapter thirty-five
  42. chapter thirty-six
  43. chapter thirty-seven
  44. chapter thirty-eight
  45. acknowledgments
  46. About Kyra Davis
  47. Copyright
  48. contents

“I think I’ll stick to Perrier tonight. Public service warning, remember?”

He smiles and excuses himself, returning shortly with two glasses of sparkling water garnished with slices of lime.

I stare down into my drink. “Will they send her to rehab?”

“Well, they’ll suggest it, but they can’t force her. It’s not like she was brought in for disorderly conduct or a DUI. The police have no jurisdiction to get involved in this and Travis will certainly talk her out of it if she’s tempted to get help.”

“He’ll talk her out of it? That’s a pretty damning accusation,” I mutter.

“No.” He sits down on the couch and crosses his ankle over his knee. “It’s just an obvious observation.”

“Why doesn’t he just divorce her?”

Lander doesn’t answer right away and then sips his water before saying, “He has his reasons.”

I stare at Lander and then turn toward the window. He knows his brother is encouraging his wife to kill herself, accidentally or otherwise, and he’s not going to do a thing about it other than take her to the hospital if he happens to get a call. When he told me he was a worse person than I am he might have actually been onto something.

I simply can’t be in love with him.

“What’s in the bag?” he asks, gesturing to it with his glass.

“I got the dress today. The dress you paid for.”

“Can I see it?”

“You’ll see it at the dinner.”

Lander smiles, amused by my refusal. “Did you happen to have the chance to mention Talebi to Travis?”

“Yes . . . it made him very nervous.”

Lander chuckles and takes another sip. “Come here.”

I walk over and sit by his side, staring out at the grayish black sky of the city. So I don’t have the stomach to let Jessica die. I can still go with plan B and help her disappear. I won’t even have to lie. Clearly her husband really does want to kill her, so maybe I just have to point that out and then suggest that it would be a good idea to get the hell out of Dodge. I’m sure I can pin her disappearance on Travis. Trying to make Travis look evil is like trying to make Putin look homophobic. It’s just not hard to do.

And Lander’s complicit in all of it. He’s an accessory, an enabler.