A few minutes later, dressed in baggy cotton pants and an oversized tee-shirt, she curled up on the sofa and turned on the television. She groaned as her phone buzzed. A glance at the screen chilled her blood.
Covetousness teaches people to be cruel and crafty, industrious and evil, full of care and malice; and after all this, it is for no good to itself, for it dares not spend those heaps of treasure which it has snatched.
Then another.No matter what the statistics say, there is always a way.
Statistics about what? She dialed Liam’s number. “Did you get them?”
“Just now. Looks like we know what the next sin is.”
She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the back of the sofa. The feeling of guilt increased. She’d gotten her wish. Liam wouldn’t be leaving any time soon.
The killer had returned.
Chapter Two
Carl woke andstared into the dead eyes of Lucy. The woman really was a phantom. “What?” He sat up and rubbed his eyes.
“You’re doing your own killing now?” She crossed her arms.
“What are you talking about?” He hung his legs over the side of the bed.
“David Alexander. The man you hit with the car.”
“Ah. Was that his name? Opportunity knocked, my dear.” He padded naked to the bathroom and turned on the shower. “Never fear. You’ll have plenty of killing opportunities.”
“You took money out of my pocket.”
He peered around the door. “Are you in need of funds?”
“No.”
“Then what is the problem?” He shook his head, adjusted the water temperature, and got into the shower. He’d never understand women.
It had been a while since he’d had one in his bed. With Lucy hovering all the time, the opportunity rarely presented itself. He needed to set some boundaries. No more of this sneaking around. How did she manage to get into his house? He had the best security. He thought.
“What’s next?” Lucy stood right outside the bathroom door. “I don’t do well with inactivity.”
He scowled, wrapping a towel around his waist. “I’m headed to work. At this point, I don’t have a plan other than I’m focusing on the sin of covetousness.”
“Everyone wants something they don’t have.” She plopped into a chair.
“Even you?” He arched a brow.
“Of course. Right now, I’m envious of the fact you rid the world of Alexander.”
He rolled his eyes and stepped into his walk-in closet. The woman really had no idea how his vision for a better world worked.
He glanced her way, noting the serious expression and shark eyes. He shuddered, doubting he was man enough to teach her anything.
“You need to wreck your car to hide the damage caused by running over Alexander.” Lucy stared at her phone screen. “If you take it to a mechanic as is, you run the chance of being discovered.”
The woman was brilliant.
When he arrived at work, he made a turn too sharp and clipped a concrete barrier. Then, he stormed into work pretending to be angry over his mistake.
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Harper tapped a pencil on her desk. Why the cancer pamphlet?