Page 73 of Legacy of Lies
“Like a lead balloon.”
“So now you’re having lukewarm chicken with a girlfriend on a Saturday night?”
“That’s about right.”
“Brutal.” Izzy reached for the brownie she’d brought “just in case.” “Sounds like you have some fixing to do.”
“No way. He was happy to get rid of me that morning.”
“I doubt that.”
Sighing, she muttered, “You weren’t there.”
She pinched off a dark brown morsel and popped it in her mouth. “No. I wasn’t. But I know that you’re a fabulous woman any man would be ecstatic to love. You should go over there and grab that man by his balls and make him realize that you’re so much more than a stress reliever.”
“Aw, Izzy, that’s the sweetest thing you’ve said to me.”
“It’s not every day I can work your stellar characteranda man’s gonads into the same sentence.”
“Speaking of pricks,” Sara said.
“Speaking of pricks, nothing. We’re not discussing my dumbass brother, and based on the way he’s been acting this week, I have half a mind to dump a load of horse hockey on the jerk.”
“What’s going on?”
“Getting the other guys riled up. Going on about his ‘calling’ or something weird like that. He got so mad yesterday, he shoved his hand through a wall in the house. Talking to himself and doing weird stuff.”
“What?”
“Yeah. Fun times.” Izzy scooped her hair out of her face. “Don’t want to talk about it.”
“Understandable. Want to watchBridesmaids?”
Her friend pushed back from the table. “No, I need to get home and help Mom. Lord knows, the guys aren’t going to do it.”
Sara waved her off from tidying up.
As she opened the front door, a thick, tangy, sickening smell assaulted her senses. Sara flipped on the light and peered out into the shadowed porch.
A dead, rotted animal hung by a thin chain from the railing.
