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I didn’t care she had ‘daddy’ issues coming out her ears. Mine should have been off limits. Because of her persistent begging for him to leave Mom, they were both gone. It was
only fair she joined the two of them in hell.
Her eyes widened, perhaps her realizing this was the end, but thanks to Mom’s meds that was about all she could manage. She’d pass out eventually, and by the time someone found her I hoped she’d be rotting away. All that condescending beauty wouldn’t do shit for her now.
Her hand came up and closed weakly around the wrist I had planted on her chest, bubbles breaking the water’s surface. She had made this much easier than I’d anticipated. I’d been prepared to set a scene, but she did it for me. No one would be surprised to find pills in her system.
She hid it well, but it was a known fact she participated at the parties she frequented.
Her issues only made this that much more believable. I waited several minutes after her pitiful struggle ended before moving away from the tub. Nika’s eyes remained open, blonde hair floating up around her head.
The anger didn’t immediately abate, not that I really expected it to. This would be something I carried with me for a long time. Her death seemed anti-climactic, too easy and painless for the part she’d played.
I looked at the self-portrait that hung over her bed. She was in a frilly pageant gown, a smile on her pretty face.
Annika Hughes.
Once a friend, and now my third kill.
Just like that I’d added another body to the count. At this rate I’d have two more in a matter of days.
I was learning rather quickly that taking a life was easy. Disturbing how many ways there were to do it. That I could do it. What was done was done, though. I couldn’t dwell here any longer. I cast one last glance into the bathroom before exiting back into the hall.
Downstairs, I grabbed a store bag and sacked the half-broken glass I’d drank out of, deciding at the last minute to take it with me. I locked Nika’s front door upon my departure, turning around just as a black Challenger pulled up across the street, and parked by the curb.
There was only one person in the whole damn town who had this model.
Rhett.
CHAPTER SEVEN
NOVA
How did he know where I was?
No. That was presumptuous, he could’ve come for Nika. Even more reason for me to get out of here. I hurried to my Camaro, carefully placing the bag of glass on the passenger side floor.
Keeping an eye on Rhett’s car through the rearview. I didn’t make it out of the driveway before he pulled away from the curb, coasting to the middle of the street. That stopped me from being able to go back the way I’d come.
Whatever, I knew another route.
I reversed, shoving the Camaro into drive and hitting the gas as soon as I had enough space to go forward.
I got up to twenty miles per hour, jumping to thirty within seconds. I stopped focusing on my mirrors and gave my full attention to the road in front of me. I didn’t need to wonder if Rhett was following me when I could hear his car right on my ass.
A buzzing sound erupted from my bag. Thinking it was Emery, I reached for it on the seat beside me, digging blindly until I had my cell safely within my grasp. I took my eyes off the road for a second to check the ID, seeing Rhett’s name instead of Ems. I answered, placing it on speaker so I had both hands to drive with.
“What do you want?”
“Pull over,” he replied, sounding as calm and collected as ever.
“That’s not happening.”
“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be Nova.”
I swung around a curve at the last second, hoping to throw him off. It didn’t work, he stuck right with me.
“I don’t have anything to say to you.”
