Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
The poor schmuck.
“Why did you do it for her?” Sunny asked, sounding exasperated. “You’re an adult, you can make your own decisions. Like not shooting someone that has never done anything to you.”
“I know.” He grimaced. “I was stupid. I love her, and I find myself doing stuff that I would never do without her urging me to do it.”
He looked hopelessly lost as if he really had never intended to go around shooting people for their life insurance payout.
“I just…my brain doesn’t work right when I’m around her.” He shrugged.
Either this guy really was that stupid and devoted to her, or there was a reason he couldn’t think when he was around her.
An idea formed in my head, and I decided that maybe I needed to figure out if my suspicions were true.
I moved away, hearing what I had needed to hear.
I found the cells easy enough and watched her for a long moment as she sat there, smug in her satisfaction, thinking that she’d gotten away with the worst crime imaginable.
“Hello,” I said to the woman.
The woman looked up.
She looked so…normal.
Yet, this normal woman had stood by while her husband shot my soon-to-be one in the face.
Myen looked at me like I’d sprouted horns and was ramming them into the bars.
“I’d like you to know that your life outside these bars no longer exists,” I said quietly. “You may not have shot your brother, and it may not have been your idea, but you were an accomplice. You still left him there to die by himself. And for that, I’ll do everything within my power to make it to where, if you’re let out of this prison, you’ll never have another good thing for as long as you live.”
I’d make it my life mission to ensure that everything she had would be taken away. Even if I had to go out of my way every morning to take a peep into her life and take every cent that she made that day.
Myen snorted. “I’ll be out of here by noon. My husband has good lawyers.”
“Your husband just sang like the canary,” I disagreed. “He’s currently in there with our sheriff and he’s talking. All about how you goaded him into acting. How your brother has a million-dollar policy that you might as well use, and how you knew he wouldn’t take care of you any other way.”
Myen stayed quiet.
I felt more than heard someone come up behind me, but they stayed far enough back that they didn’t interrupt my own interrogation.
“What did you give him drug-wise to get him to fall into line with you?” I asked. “Most sane individuals don’t go around killing someone because their wife tells them to.”
Myen stiffened.
“Roofies?” I asked.
She looked at me then.
Bingo.
“Let me guess,” I said. “When you went home for your visit last year, you got prescribed Rohypnol. Then you kept it for when you’d need him to do your bidding?”
Myen looked murderous.
“Roofies are known to have side effects like sedation, dizziness, memory problems, headaches, nightmares, tremors, severe confusion, impaired reaction time, slurred speech. But nobody would notice those things but you, right? I mean, you were the only one with him at the time. And he can’t remember why exactly he did it, only that you wanted him to, so he did. Though he wasn’t supposed to remember that, was he? My guess, that prescription that was meant for you wasn’t quite strong enough.”
I sensed the person behind me leave.
“I just wanted to let you know that you won’t get away with whatever it is that you’re trying to get away with,” I said. “I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make your life miserable.”
Myen gritted her teeth.
“You’re a certified genius,” I said as my parting comment. “But even geniuses can be stupid.”
When I went back to the interrogation room, I heard the conversation before I arrived to see the questions being asked.
“…small white pills?” Sunny asked.
“No,” he shook his head. “What she gave me for my headaches were dull-green caplets.”
“Roofies are now green,” I heard someone say behind me. “They changed the look of the medication in 1997 amid concerns for sexual assault cases.”
Bingo.
I left, heading straight to the hospital.
Today was moving day.
According to the doctor, Kobe was well enough to go home.
Only when I got there, he wasn’t there.
I frowned hard and pulled up the app on my phone that let me track his, finding him not at the hospital at all but already at home.
I rolled my eyes.
“You couldn’t wait a single hour, Kobe Sano?” I snorted.
When I arrived home, it was to find nobody there but JP and Kobe.
JP was fluffing the pillows on the couch that Kobe was sitting on and tittering on and on about being an excellent nurse because she brushed up on her “CNA skills.” “I’m practically a certified nursing assistant at this point. I could go right now and take the test and pass it.”