She had no respect for him, and certainly didn’t love him.
That’s why she planned to kill him. He now knew all of her secrets.
“Garrett,” she answered on the third ring. She was dressed, her long beautiful hair pulled back into a high, tight ponytail. Her face completely devoid of makeup, she was still the most beautiful creature on the planet. “Darling, where are you?”
“On my way to the rendezvous. Just as we always planned.”
A flicker in her eyes, then, “Well, baby, plans change. You won’t be here in time.”
If Audrey had her way, he wouldn’t make it at all.
But he knew her tricks. She wasn’t as smart as she thought she was.
“I’m already near the buoy.”
She raised an eyebrow. “You are?”
“Right. The bomb was supposed to explode when I reached thirty miles per hour. You would rather kill me than trust me.”
“I’ve always trusted you, Garrett. You’re my one true love.”
He laughed. “I believed that for a long time, sweetheart.”
She pouted. It wasn’t going to work on him anymore. It had taken him far too long to see the truth.
“Baby, I need to go. I’ll find you.”
“You failed, Audrey.”
She tensed; her eyes flared. “I don’t know why you’re being so mean.”
“They didn’t die in the cannery, and they didn’t die in the farmhouse. Everyone lived. And they’re coming for you.”
“What do you know? You can’t possibly know that!”
“I know more than you think. You put a bomb on our boat. You think I didn’t find it?”
She stared at him, then a slow smile came across her face. “A bomb? Never underestimate me, Garrett. Everyone hasalwaysunderestimated me.”
For a second he wondered if he missed something.
“You killed Becca. For what?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said in a lofty tone that convinced him that the feds were right; his gut was right.
“You’ll pay for that.”
“What time is it, Garrett?” she asked, sounding innocent.
His heart pounded in his chest. Dammit, she had something up her sleeve.
“Six in the morning.”
“Is it really?”
It was 5:57.
“Game over,” she said. “I won.”
