Page 133 of No One Was Supposed to Die at This Wedding

According to plan, as the rest of the saying goes, and a chill runs down my spine.

Wasthisthe plan all along?

To get rid of Tyler? To pay him back for Frednotrepaying the money he owed?

Emma and Fred together could’ve planned all of this.

Theydidplan it—the wedding wastheirplan, despite the storm. What was it that Fred had said? It was all arranged already. They couldn’t put it off. Is this what he meant?

But no, no. It can’t be.

It would be a great plan, though—create an elaborate series of near misses to make it look like someone wanted to killthem.

Emma could’ve sent those notes to herself—if there were any notes. There was only one that was kept, she said, the one she showed me. And she has access to scripts just like David does. Just like anyone on set.

She could’ve been leaking to that Twitter poster and the gossip site.

And the schedule she approved that announced the murder.

And Fred could’ve given José his number.

It didn’t have to be Tyler.

So maybe thiswasthe plan all along. And José was collateral damage, so they could plant the murder on Tyler and get away with everything.

Even the threat on the dock. Fred could have goaded him into that to make him lookguilty.

Shit.

But wait, wait, wait. There were texts on José’s phone withTyler. They were in touch. Tylerwasthe one behind it all.

So no. My best friend and her fiancé aren’t behind all of this. Emma’s not a killer.

Phew.

“El?”

“Yeah?”

“Were you just trying to decide if Fred and I are murderers?”

I clear my features. “What makes you think that?”

“You were talking out loud. You know, how you do.”71

“What did I say?”

“‘But what if it was Fred and Emma together?’”

Oh dear.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I know it’s the way your brain works. I love you for it.”

“You love me for considering you might be a murderer?”

“I love you for you.”

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