Page 189 of No One Was Supposed to Die at This Wedding

Oh, wait. Did you think this was the end?

Ha ha.

No.

Anyway, Oliver does kiss me again, but then I notice something out of the side of my eye.

Someone.

“Who is that?”

Oliver squints. “Is that Tyler?”

He’s right. Tyler’s picking his way up the path toward our villa. He’s dressed in the clothes I saw him in on the dock, casual businessman, but he looks like someone who hasn’t slept well in a couple of days because he spent the night in jail. Hair a mess, stubble, a hunch to his gait.

“They let him out of jail, I guess?” I say.

“Makes sense.”

“Is he coming to talk to us?”

“Not sure.”

I watch him as he looks up at our balcony, then turns away. “He’s going to Emma’s.”

“Why?”

My heart skips a beat. “My God, that man doesn’t give up.”

“You think he’s trying to get back with Emma on the day she discovers her husband is a murderer?”

“I wouldn’t put it past him.” I take Oliver’s hand. “Let’s go.”

“You don’t think we should leave them alone?”

“No.”

I tug him through the villa and out the front door to the path. By the time we get there, Tyler has disappeared.

“Come on, hurry up.”

“Are you worried?”

“Call it an instinct.”

We reach the front door to Emma’s villa. Earlier, after Officer Anderson took Fred and Simone away, she’d said she was taking a sedative and was going to go to sleep. We’d offered to stay with her, but she said she needed to be alone. I thought it was a bad idea at the time, and that feeling is increasing, my stomach in knots, my hands shaking as I try the door.

It’s not locked, and I can hear voices inside. Tyler’s and Emma’s.

I put a finger to my lips and ease the door open.

“—I can help you,” Tyler says.

“I don’t need your help, Tyler.”

“Clearly you do.”

I look back at Oliver. His face is creased with concentration.

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