“Come out, darling. I have something special for you.” Jackie’s voice sounded light and carefree, but the blood covered knife and clothing said differently.
This was the last thing Steven had expected. Why couldn’t she just die like she was supposed to? Even worse, where did she get the idea to kill him?
Those thoughts ran through his mind as he hefted his shotgun, grateful he’d never told her he kept it loaded. All he needed now was a clear shot and he could move onto his next future ex.
There’s got to be a better way to collect insurance.