Chapter 103
LUCY
Iremained on my stomach with my hands cuffed behind my back.
I knew that at any time I could roll over and get on my back. I’d still be handcuffed, but I’d be a little bit more dangerous—specifically, my legs.
But I’d held off on doing this. I wanted April to think that I was completely defenseless. Whatever her plan was would be coming soon. She said I was her next stop.
Was I nervous? Of course. More than I’d ever been. But I tried to slow down my breathing and focus on the task at hand. Now more than ever, I had to stay calm and collected.
If April made even the slightest mistake, I had to be ready to take advantage.
The car was now driving up a slight hill. We were headed to higher ground.
“Since we only have a few minutes left, I’ll let you in on a few secrets,” April said. “This is going to be the abbreviated version, but it’s the best I can do with the time restraints.”
I turned my head to face her. I wanted her to think she was in charge.
Which, obviously, she was.
“Your husband, Eddie, approached me. We had an affair. He proposed that I kill your parents so he would get half of your share. I, in turn, wanted him to kill my husband. I’m not sure it ever would have come to fruition.
That is, until my husband, David, threatened to divorce me.
That wasn’t going to happen. So I had Eddie kill David.
Which he enthusiastically agreed to. A few weeks after that deed was done, Eddie learned that you were going to divorce him, and told me I had to kill your parents in Tahoe.
Things were getting too complicated, so I killed Eddie instead.
And then Harry Shoe came on the scene, threatening to go to the police if I didn’t give him money.
So he had to die, too. And now you will be the last to die.
But hey, at least I didn’t go to Tahoe to kill your parents. ”
Eddie wanted to kill my parents. Two people who’d gladly accepted him into our family and given him every chance.
What a horrible, no-good asshole he was. I’m glad I hadn’t mourned his death properly. Fuck him.
How had Eddie known I was going to divorce him? That, I couldn’t figure out. Most of the rest made sense, or at least seemed plausible.
And what was the point of April lying? She was about to kill me, or at least try to.
“One more minute,” she said. “Oh, and by the way, I just sent the text.