Page 124 of The Body in the Backyard
Oh God. She wasinGriffin’s point of view.
“Who’s the best boy in the whole wide world? It’s me! I am!”Griffin winked at his own reflection a moment before he saw something shinier outside.
He lurched forward between the seats, saying something Riley couldn’t make out.
“Dude! What the fuck?” the driver yelped.
Clonk.
She didn’t get a clear vision of what had happened because Griffin had already hopped out of the back seat and clearly wasn’t interested in what was going on at the front of the SUV.
“I’m Griffin Gentry. Bring my bag to the lounge,” he said, pointing finger guns at an airport employee. The man’s face was also blurred, but it was clear he was gaping at Griffin.
Whistling, the narcissistic fool strolled right through the automatic doors into the terminal, ignoring the shouts for help outside.
His cheerful tune was still echoing in her head when Riley slid back into the present moment.
It took her a moment to realize she was still in Griffin’s head.Me. Me. Me. Mine. Mine. Mine.The words bounced around, echoing like a mantra.
“I’m going to ask you again. Have you ever been to Colombia, Gentry?” Nick’s voice floated faintly through her mind.
Gentrysounded louder, crisper, and Riley felt Griffin’s attention light up at his own name. “Columbia University?” he asked.
“Colombia, the South American country, jackass.” Nick’s snarl sounded so far away.
She caught a glimpse of verdant green hills, tall palms, and then they were gone, replaced by a distant pain down her legs, dulled by a pleasant wooziness.
“Nope. Never. Why? Do you think I have fans there?”
Brian’s and Nick’s faces were dim pixelated blurs as if they weren’t just unimportant but an actual threat to Griffin’s self-esteem. However, she was in sharp focus… Well, her boobs were. But the rest of her was pretty clear too.
Mine.
Riley watched herself blanch and dry heave once through Griffin’s eyes.
It was a dizzying, nauseating journey to be ripped from her ex-husband’s head only to reinhabit her own mind and body as Brian shoved a trash can under her face. Sparkles exploded before her eyes, chasing away the pain and vertigo, leaving behind a rush of euphoria.
Nick jumped up, the chair he vacated wheeling backward into Griffin.
“Owie!”
Nick took the trash can from Brian and cupped the back of her head. “You okay, baby?”
“Just peachy. This might be nothing, but Griffin was in the back seat of a black Escalade. I think I remember one stopping in front of our house after the shootout.”
“Could be a coincidence,” Nick pointed out.
“Or could be the limo driver guy just moved up the suspect list,” Brian said, cheerfully clicking keys on his keyboard.
“Did you just have one of those vision things?” Griffin asked her.
“Maybe,” Riley said, avoiding his gaze.
Griffin wrinkled his nose. “That’s weird. You shouldn’t do that anymore, or people will think there’s something wrong with you. You definitely can’t do it when we get back together. I have a reputation to uphold,” he explained patiently.
Nick’s growl brought Burt bounding into the room. Riley gripped his arm to hold him in place. Brian preemptively wheeled himself into his cousin’s path and slapped a hand to his chest.
“Josie! Get in here before Nick kills Griffin!” he yelled.
