It was a glorious morning. I didn’t give a damned if the birds sang or not or even if the sun shone. As I pulled a six-pack from the fridge, I listened to the contented beat of my heart. It was the only music I needed that day.
Padding barefoot across the scantily furnished apartment, I thought about the late-breaking news.
Police have arrested a suspect in the horrendous death of a runaway.
Sometimes plans turned out better than expected. And my scheme was a stroke of fucking genius. To be honest, I figured the cops might have hesitated before arresting Matt. Thought that they’d want to protect their own—make sure he was culpable before executing the warrant. All in all, I guessed it would be at least a week before someone discovered the connection. I was always right about a lot of things, but this was one time when I’d wallow in being wrong. It meant that the golden boy wasn’t so golden anymore.
With women, however, I was never wrong. Rachel shocked me. Made me look hard at my beliefs, searching for flaws. The problem wasn’t me. It was her. She didn’t play the way she was supposed to. Most women ran when faced with a repugnant situation. They’d extricate themselves and be on their knees, thanking God they survived.
But not Rachel.
She was either incredibly brilliant or stupendously dumb. Instead of dropping the cop like a bad piece of meat, she stuck around. I guarantee she refuted the evidence. Probably claimed that Matt wasn’t the type to kill anyone. Like a faithful puppy, she believed in him.
What made him so deserving of her loyalty? She didn’t give it to me.
She was supposed to be loyal to me.
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