Page 99 of Fraud
I didn’t respond.
“Maybe she deserves to,” he sneered.
I slammed him back against the wall. A couple was passing by, and their eyes widened with fright as they hurried along.
Better wrap this up.
“Try it,” I said, “and you’ll be on every front page in the country when I expose you for the slimy bastard you really are. Do you think she’d stay with you after that?” I asked, motioning to his wife, who looked like she might drop him at any second and bolt for the door.
“Fine,” he relented, raising his hands in the air.
“Good. And, if I see you anywhere near her again—”
“You won’t.”
I let him go. This time, he managed to stay upright.
Turning to his wife, I shook my head. “You can do so much better.”
A hint of a smile tugged at her lips a second before she rushed forward to fawn over her wounded husband.
That was one fucked up marriage.
Heading toward the register, I grabbed the first bottle of red I could find and started looking up restaurants that offered takeout.
I’d had just about all the fun I could handle for one day.
