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Chapters (19)
  1. CHAPTER ONE
  2. CHAPTER TWO
  3. CHAPTER THREE
  4. CHAPTER FOUR
  5. CHAPTER FIVE
  6. CHAPTER SIX
  7. CHAPTER SEVEN
  8. CHAPTER EIGHT
  9. CHAPTER NINE
  10. CHAPTER TEN
  11. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  12. CHAPTER TWELVE
  13. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  14. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  15. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  16. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  17. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  18. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  19. CHAPTER NINETEEN

Vivian climbed on top of her then stabbed her in the back of the neck, over and over, until she stopped moving. That didn't take very long.

She returned to the bedroom to make sure Darrell was dead. He was.

Vivian sat on the bed and let out a happy, satisfied sigh. She definitely should not have done this. Now she had a lot of tracks to cover, and a lot of explaining to do to Ken. The regret would hit her—it always had in the distant past—but for now she was going to enjoy a few more minutes of bliss.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Hi, Warren!

So upon some reflection, I've decided that it's silly to pass up this opportunity. I've had problems coping with what happened, but maybe that's exactly WHY I should tell my story. (Yes, it helps that Gertie texted me from the restaurant to let me know that you're legitimate!)

If you haven't moved on to another "hero," I'd love to get together to discuss this. Anytime today works great for me! Just let me know. Thanks!

Charlene

* * *

Ken checked to be sure nobody was walking near his cubicle, then read the e-mail on his burner phone. It was almost definitely a trap. No way in hell would he meet with her, but if he chose a public place and kept her waiting, he might be able to watch and figure out if she was working with the cops or if she was going it alone.

He didn't want the meeting to happen too soon. His no-show could confirm what she (and the cops?) probably already suspected. He'd stretch it out until tomorrow.

Hey, Charlene, great to hear from you, and I'm glad you've changed your mind! Unfortunately, today's schedule is packed, but I can free up some time for you tomorrow morning. Breakfast?

* * *

"He wants to do breakfast," Charlene said.

After a fitful night of sleep, she'd decided that she wasn't being paranoid and gone to the cops. Gertie was over eighteen and hadn't been out of contact for more than twenty-four hours, but given the circumstances, the police were more than willing to call her a missing person.

They'd already done some preliminary questioning of all of the Shellfish Grotto employees who'd been there last night. Only two male servers had been working, and neither of them admitted to taking Gertie home. There was alibi-checking left to do, but any scenario involving Gertie being seduced by a server who just happened to be responsible for her missing cousin was a stretch.