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“Sit!” He waves the weapon toward the table.
I do as he says. At least I’m still closer to the door than he is.
Not that I can outrun a bullet.
But I can dodge one. I’ve done it before, and I’ll do it again.
ChapterThirty-Seven
Peter keeps the gun’s barrel aimed at my face. He hasn’t said anything for what feels like hours, though it’s probably been less than a minute. Time moves slower when your life is on the line.
I keep my palms out toward him, and my mind races to think of something I can say to diffuse the situation. Either I need to get out of the room, or I need to get that weapon from him. I’d prefer the latter but will take the former. Just need to get control over him.
He swings the gun back and forth, beads of sweat forming around his hairline. His nostrils flare as his face reddens.
I need to figure out something to say to calm him down, but given everything I’ve done over the past weeks, that’s unlikely. He’s undoubtedly pissed about the bill I’ve raked up by staying here and ordering so much room service. But that’s nothing compared to what I’ve put his wife through. That’s where I need to start.
“I’m sorry for tricking Angelina. She—”
“You think I care about that?” He nudges the gun closer to me.
“You don’t?”
Peter scoots closer to the side of the bed nearest to me, keeping the weapon pointed at my head. “You’ve gotten in the way ofeverything. And you don’t even have any idea the damage you’ve caused!”
“What do you mean?”
“Exactly!”
He’s making no sense, but I have to go with it. “What can I do?”
“You can go back to where you came from and leave us alone!”
“Um, actually I can’t.”
“You have to!” He waves the gun around wildly. It’s obvious he isn’t comfortable here. Threatening people isn’t his usual MO.
I can use that to my advantage. “Can you tell me what’s going on? I’m a little confused.”
“About what? You’ve got my wife wound tighter than a spool of thread! I had everything under control until you came along.”
“You had her under control?”
“My plot!”
I blink a few times. “I don’t follow.”
Peter rakes his fingers through his hair. “I’m going to kill Angelina. She—”
“What?” This doesn’t make any sense. “Why would you act so sweet toward me when you thought I was her?”
“It was easy. I’ve been faking a renewed interest in her, so extending that to you was just as easy. You’re both easy to play.”
I ignore the insult because he has a gun in my face.
He leaps to the floor and starts pacing. At least the weapon is finally pointing away from me. For now.
“Why do you want to kill Angelina?”
