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Offer up sexual favors for me to ignore my duty?
Or did she really think she could kill me with her tiny little knife, the one I turned on her?
She’d been shocked to know that she’d lost.
Jezebel who had always won.
And now it is time for another.
Rebecca needs to die.
And die soon.
“So you wanna watch a movie? There’s a Star Wars marathon running all night,” Mac said to his son. Levi sat on the edge of a plaid couch, his bare feet propped on the edge of a metal and glass coffee table, his head bent over a handheld computer game. “We missed the first one, but the second comes on in twenty minutes.”
“Okay.” Levi’s lack of enthusiasm was palpable.
“I picked up some microwave popcorn and red licorice.”
Levi winced, but it was from missing something on his game system. He hadn’t heard a word Mac uttered. The kid was placating him. They were stuck together in a small cabin in a coastal town in the middle of nowhere, and Sam McNally realized for the first time how little he knew his son.
“I’ll put in a pizza.”
“Yeah.” Levi stopped and for once Mac thought he’d caught the kid’s attention until his boy picked up his cell phone, read the display, and began texting like crazy. Mac hadn’t even heard the damned thing ring.
“Someone callin’ ya?” Mac turned on the oven, preheating the ancient thing.
“No.”
“But you saw a message.”
“I texted Seth. No big deal.” The phone either vibrated or made some inaudible noise and Levi snapped his head into the direction of the tiny screen. Once again his fingers flew over the keypad.
“Seth must’ve had something pretty important to say.”
“It wasn’t Seth. Someone else.”
“You can do two at once?” he asked and smelled old crud burning off the inside of the oven. This fleabag was the first place he’d tried when he called for a place to stay, and now he was second-guessing himself. He’d known as soon as he’d driven up and seen the rates for daily, weekly, or monthly that the units wouldn’t be five-star. But he’d thought a fireplace and a cabin feel would be roomier and a little more relaxing than a sterile motel room with two matching beds, TV in an armoire, coffeepot, and maid service rapping on the door in the morning.
Now, looking at the sagging, scratched furniture and ancient paneling, he wasn’t so sure. Even the plumbing at the Coastal Cove Cabins seemed suspect.
“It’s easy to text a bunch of people,” Levi told him disparagingly.
“If you say so.” Mac slid the frozen meaty pizza out of the box. Hell, he could count the pieces of pepperoni and sausage on the thing on the fingers of one hand. He figured it didn’t much matter. The oven reached the temperature and he placed the pie inside.
Levi had abandoned his game completely and now was texting faster than the best typist in the department.
“How many people are you talking to?”
“I dunno. Why? Oh. Don’t worry, I’ve got unlimited texting. It’s not costing you…er, Mom or Tom anything.”
“Tom? Who’s Tom?” he asked before he realized what he was saying.
“Mom’s latest.” For the first time Levi met his gaze.
“You don’t like him.”
A shrug. “He’s okay.”
