Page 32 of Her Wicked Plan

She was the only doctor who was okay with being alone with me. All the others had to have our sessions where there were witnesses in case I did anything to harm them.

Well, there was that one doctor who wanted to meet in his office. And the woman who got her nose broken by my fist.

Leo walks over to his desk, expecting me to sit in the chair position before it, but I don’t. Instead, I walk along the side of the wooden structure while he gathers some things from a drawer.

I scan the items on top of the desk before I go toward the window to see the lake.

When Dr. Davis and I had our sessions, I always liked to sit here, not only for the view but also because sitting on this window bench made it feel less of a session. Sometimes, having to sit in the chair opposite a doctor is too much.

“Don’t you think it’s weird they built this place right by a massive lake?” The question leaves my lips as my eyes stay trained on the still, dark water.

“Not really.” Leo is now standing next to me, staring out the window. Given that it is winter, multiple clouds are in the sky, turning gray right before our eyes, threatening to release the rain or snow that never seems to end. “It is a lot of land. Perfect for a building this size.”

“Yeah, but...” I turn my head, inspecting his side profile. “For a place where a patient could go there and drown themselves if they wanted.”

Leo’s eyes leave the window quickly, staring down at me. “I guess it’s good that the patients aren’t allowed to wander around the lake.”

My eyes hold his gaze for a moment longer before drifting back to the window. He has a point. Patients are no longer allowed out there, but what is stopping them from attempting to break the rules?

“I wonder how many dead bodies are at the bottom of the lake.”

“Veronica,” he says my name abruptly, almost in disbelief that the statement came from my mouth.

“What?” I shrug, turning my body to him. “The amount of people that have died here? They have to do something with their bodies, right?”

“I don’t think they would dump their bodies in the lake, Veronica.”

“Why not? I would. It’s quite perfect, actually.” I roll my lips together before continuing. “It’s an easy way to get rid of a dead body. After some time, your fingerprints vanish from their skin, making it hard for the police to figure out who killed them.” A small smirk pulls at my lips. “That or a fire. Burning someone after killing them is also another perfect way to cover your tracks.”

Leo says nothing. I don’t think he can find the words because what I said sounded completely insane, but it’s the truth.

Finally, after a moment, he clears his throat. “Why don’t you have a seat so we can continue our session?” My eyes scan over to the chair he tells me to sit in, but I don’t feel like moving. “Or you can stand.”

He backs away from me, sitting in his chair after giving the options.

“You never asked me how I did it,” I speak up, slowly walking over to the corner of his desk.

“You’re right. I didn’t,” Leo states, leaning back in his chair.

He looks so damn good right now with his dark hair styled to perfection and how his glasses are framing his face today, making my mouth almost drool at the sight of him.

His gray dress pants are a little too tight, but he wears them well. My eyes trail over his body, blatantly checking him out. He shifts in his chair, unsure what to do with how I look at him.

“Aren’t you going to ask me?” The tip of my finger presses down on the surface of his wooden desk, my eyes flicking up to his.

He lets out a breath while he opens his drawer, pulling out a small voice recorder. He hits the red button the same way he did when we met the other day. “How did you do it?”

“I guess I can start from the beginning, yeah?” My finger draws a circle against the wood. “This man was dating my sister. I never approved of him. Wasn’t a fan of the way he treated her. She would always come home crying about what he did that day to upset her.”

“You say approve as if you were a parent.”

“We are not talking about them.” I suck in a sharp breath before I continue. “One night, I took matters into my own hands since she wouldn’t leave him. He made her feel like shit all the damn time, and yet, she stayed with the bastard. I waited outside of the gym he worked out at. He always went at seven at night, working out for about an hour. When eight hit, he walked out to his car, putting his gym bag in the backseat. As he pulled away, so did I—careful for him not to see me because that would blow my cover, obviously.”

My finger stops making the circular motion, and I bring my eyes to gage Leo’s reaction, but his stare is blank while listening to me intently.

“By the time he made it back to his house, it was around eight-thirty. He pulled into his driveway while I was smart and parked down the street. Climbing out of my car, shutting the door quietly behind me, I started following him up the little path that led to his front door.” Leo swallows hard as the story escalates. “A few feet away from the door, he stopped. Like he could feel my presence, slowly, he turned around to face me with an unamused expression.”

I step closer to Leo, who does not move an inch in his seat. The poor guy looks like he is listening to a ghost story next to a campfire.