I walked out into the main room and stood about ten feet away from me.
He looked over at me, irritated and irate.
“I’m sorry I ruined everything,” I said.
His eyes softened, but he didn’t say anything.
“I’m gonna go. I just… I wanted you to know I had an amazing time last night. One of the best nights of my life.” (That part was true, at least.) “And I’m sorry I ruined it.”
I turned towards the door.
“You didn’t ruin it,” he said.
Bingo.
I smiled sadly over my shoulder, like Thanks for lying, but we both know the truth. “Yeah I did. I know, ‘cause I’ve done it before.”
I turned and started walking.
His boots thudded quickly over the floor, quicker than my footsteps. I felt his hand grab my arm, spin me around –
And then he was kissing me.
For a moment, everything was blotted out.
Ali… the photograph… all the unpleasantness of the last five minutes.
Then I remembered the possibility that I was kissing her killer, and my insides went cold.
He pulled away a few seconds later and looked me in the eye. “Stay.”
I put a hand on his chest. “I should go.”
He searched my eyes. “You alright?”
I shrugged like, I fucked up – how am I supposed to feel?
“I’ll call you later,” he said.
I nodded sadly, like I appreciated him saying it, but we both knew better.
“Bye,” I whispered, and walked out the front door.
5
Imade it out of his neighborhood before the shakes hit.
I had to park the car because I began to shake uncontrollably.
I thought I’d done pretty damn well, considering. My first deep undercover assignment, and I’d passed with flying colors. Not only had I found a huge clue, but I’d established that Jack hadn’t slept with…
…with…
I started to cry. To sob uncontrollably.
Because my cousin was dead.
Because I’d found her photograph on his wall.