Page 126 of Liar's Point

“What did you do when you found out?” he asked.

Cassandra thought back to the screaming fight they’d had in the middle of her kitchen. It was nine at night. Malcom was away on business and the maid was gone, and Cassandra had been about to get into the tub with a book and a glass of wine when Isabel showed up at her door to drop a grenade in her lap.

“I basically called her a lying bitch and told her to go to hell.”

Alex’s eyebrows tipped up.

“I knew she was sleeping with my husband.”

“Your accountant was?”

“Yes. So when she showed up, I didn’t want to hear anything she had to say, and it wasn’t until four days later that I realized Isabel was telling the truth and I had to get out of the marriage.”

“What happened four days later?”

Cassandra looked at her feet. The words seemed to get stuck in her throat.

Alex leaned closer. “Cassandra?”

“Four days later... she was murdered.”

Alex stared at her. He rubbed his jaw.

“Malcom killed her,” she added.

Cassandra had never said the words out loud, and they sounded strange. Dangerous, even.

“It was a hit-and-run, meant to look like an accident. I don’t know who was behind the wheel, but whoever it was, it was Malcom’s doing.”

“You know this for a fact?” he asked.

“I know because I know. And I’m worried that makes me an accomplice.”

Alex blew out a breath and looked at his expensive leather shoes. Bruno Maglis, six hundred dollars. Cassandra had bought Malcom a pair for Christmas two years ago.

She got up and went into the kitchen to refill her glass.

“Do you want something to drink? I have alcohol.”

“No.”

Alex joined her in the kitchen, watching her and looking pensive. She knew what he was going to say before he opened his mouth.

“What does any of this have to do with Aubrey Lambert?”

Tears stung her eyes at the mention of Aubrey. She glanced at the dream catcher in the kitchen window. It had been a birthday present.

Aubrey was Cassandra getting careless. Aubrey was Cassandra making the mistake of thinking she could come down here, more than a thousand miles from her old life, and make a new start. Make a new life.

Make a friend.

Cassandra leaned back against the counter. “I believe he killed Aubrey, too. Or had her killed.” She folded her arms. “Malcom doesn’t like wet work.”

“Wet work?”

“Anything with blood. He has people for that. Now, if it were me... maybe he would take a personal interest.”

Alex just stared at her, probably wondering what on earth her husband’s business was. He probably thought Malcom was in the mafia or something.

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