“At what point will you acknowledge that you knowing too much could be just as dangerous as you not knowing enough?”
Simone took a sharp breath in and folded her knee down. “Fine. I don’t need every detail. But, you know this is gonna screw your head up, don’t you? You don’t kill someone and walk away like nothing happened.”
“I think after I get a full night’s sleep, I’ll be just fine.”
Simone leveled me a look laced with concern and exasperation. “I think if you bottle up however this is making you feel, you’re gonna lose your shit.”
“Most of my shit is bottled up. I’ve yet to lose it,” I said. “We’re working on a plan right now. Let’s stay on topic.”
Grunting her annoyance, she stood and began to pace the room. “Alright. Here’s our story. I came here last night because I needed a friend. We were both inside all night long.”
That would work. If at any point we were connected to the murder, I would say that Simone had gotten drunk and passed out on my sofa. David showed up, and I’d been the one to confront him.
“Only problem is your face.” I waved over her. “Rhiannon’s gonna know that David found you.”
“So I leave.” She propped her hands on her hips. “I text Rhiannon, tell her I got invited to a lash extension class last minute a few towns over, and I’ll be gone for a few days. Thatshould give me enough time to get the swelling under control. A shit ton of frozen peas should do the trick. Makeup will cover the bruises.”
“Do you think Margaret will watch Junie for a few days?”
“If she can’t, will you?”
I nodded. “Just let the school know that I’ll be the one picking her up.”
“Then I think we’ve got it.” Pacing still, Simone rubbed a hand down her jaw and winced. An annoyed grunt escaped her before she plopped back down on the couch. Honey jumped a little and lifted her head.
“This’ll work,” she said. “We’re gonna get away with murder.”
