Page 106 of No One Was Supposed to Die at This Wedding

“That was forever ago,” she’d said.

“Right, but he knew about it, didn’t he? You told a bunch of people in interviews.”

She’d smiled at me indulgently. “And we’ve laughed about that. Everyone has had a crush on him at some point.”

“I know, but...”

“But what?”

I’d held back what I wanted to say. About it all being too much—becoming a star, marrying another one. Marrying your co-star. It wasn’t my life; it was hers. And it’s not like I’m any role model in the relationship department.

But now I wish I’d been more forceful.

Because it feels like I could’ve kept this from taking place.

From my best friend being in danger.

If I’m taking credit for the wedding, I have to take credit for the bad that’s come with it.

And while that doesn’t quite make me a murderer, itdoesmake me murderer-adjacent.

Connor puts his hands on his waist. “Well, this is a clusterfuck.”

“You don’t say,” Oliver drawls.

“I say,” Inspector Tucci says, bustling up, still in his harness. “Perhaps I can be of assistance? Murder is my business, after all.”

“Knock it off, Corey,” Simone says. “You’re taking this method business much too far.”

“It’sInspector Tucci.”

“I’ll call you whatever I want,” Simone says.

“I do not answer to you.”

“I’m the director!”

“I do not recognize your jurisdiction!”

“Enough!” I say.

Simone glares at me, but Inspector Tucci shrinks back.

“I think Tucci’s right. We should investigate,” Connor says.

“Shouldn’t we wait for the police?”

His mouth twists into a half smile. “When has that ever stopped us before?”

“And look how well that turned out for us.”

“Bestselling book series.”

“Almost getting murdered.”

He smirks. “There is that.”

And oh, no.

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