Page 61 of The Right Woman

The picture is just of me and Maggie at Rainy Day. We’re smiling as I toss an arm around her.

Then, I see it.

My gut fills with lead. There’s a tall man standing behind us at the creamer station, filling a cup of coffee with almond milk. He’s simply pouring it in and mixing it with a wooden stick. But I recognize the man…

It’s Dennis Harrington, the dead woman’s husband.

And when I lift my eyes to his, chills coat every inch of my body. He’s standing directly in front of me.

“Sure, I’ll delete it.”

“Then your trash folder.”

“And my trash folder,” I assure him, wondering if he took my laptop to get the cloud backups. The problem is, I haven’t been able to access it online since I lost my password over a year ago. But he doesn’t need to know that. If he thinks I’ve just deleted a picture and it’s done with, maybe I can walk out of here. “Is that it?”

“No.”

My heart sinks.

“I can’t have you knowing what happened. Lay on the bed like the fucking slut you are.”

With a careful step back, I try anything I can think of to stall. “Why are you doing this?”

He chuckles. “Ridding the world of one more dirty whore is my duty to mankind.”

One more…So he did murder his wife. By putting creamer in her coffee?

“I don’t understand.”

“You don’t need to. Just lay back, and I’ll be done here in a moment.”

It dawns on me how desperate my situation is. Adon has no idea where I am. If he’s not at the hockey game, where is he? No one saw me come up here, and the cameras probably would only catch a couple going to use a room willingly.

The shine of the yellow light off the blade makes me tremble uncontrollably, my pulse pounding in my ears.

Is this it? I finally find love, envision my future, only to have it taken away from me?

Chapter

Twenty-Three

ADON

It’spitch black outside when I get home, my body rigid from what I had to do. In the laundry room, I shed everything I was wearing and toss it into the washer immediately, then grab a clean pair of shorts from the dryer and pull them on before heading upstairs.

Will Piper notice if I take a shower in the middle of the night? Hopefully, she won’t wake up. She’s not easily startled, so I think I can do it without drawing suspicion.

Fortunately, I don’t have any blood on my hands and all the evidence was burned in the barn that collapsed on top of the creature that stole my girlfriend’s peace. Buried along with her past.

My brow furrows when I reach the bedroom, hand clutching the metal doorknob.

She’s gone. The bed doesn’t look slept in. Clothes are strewn about like she was trying to find something to wear—and she was definitely going for a high-end look. All her high heels are out, as well as costume jewelry spilled over the bathroom sink. Makeup. Perfume. The kind she wore on our date and…at the sex club.

I pull out my phone and call her, but it goes straight to voicemail.

Rhodes said she had called him earlier, asking where I was, but that was about an hour ago. My heart beats harder as I toss on some clothes and call my brother.

“Adon, I’m already fucking asleep. What?”

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