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- Title: Trois
- Author : V. P. Trick
- Release Date : January 11, 2015
- Genre: Contemporary,Books,Romance,Mysteries & Thrillers,
- Pages : * pages
- Size : 431 KB
Description
After her stint as a filing clerk, Patricia moved up in a world. Now (somewhat) happily employed in a big corporation, her life could return to its normal of writing, drinking, walking, and avoiding her recently ex-boyfriend cop. Moving in together? So much for casual! Perhaps she missed the infuriating man, maybe her new boss was a jerk, but damn it, she was not giving up on her brand-new ordinary life!
Relationship hiatus aside, she didnât have one worry whatsoever. So what if some lunatic kept sending her pen name cheesy love poems? Nobody knows my real name, Big guy. The gentleman stabbed in a mall toilet? Coincidental. The old geezer ran over on a country road? No link to her. And the dead man murdered at the rest area? Not. Tied. To. Her.
Admittedly, Chrisâs plan had backfired. The damn woman thought their relationship was still casual. Worse, she acted as if they were off while he believed they needed to regroup and plan better. At least, he did. Why couldnât she follow his lead as his detectives did? If he smoked and drank Scotch, that had nothing to do with the damn woman borrowing guns, ignoring threatening fan mail or leaving a trail of dead men as she traipsed around the countryside, right?
Play dumb. Play nice. Run. Fast. âSo. What do you want to talk about?â Big smile on her face.
He kept his head where it was, kept his hands where they were, kept the vein throbbing and didnât answer. No way he was mad about one lousy gun, was he? She leaned closer and pulled his sunglasses off. His eyes were closed. Not good. He didnât open them. Not good at all.
âIs this because of the gun?â He didnât answer. She thought she saw him shake his head once, barely, but couldnât be sure. So she repeated, âChristopher, is this about the gun or not?â He finally opened his eyes to look at her. âDamn you! You shouldnât have given it to me if it was registered!â
âItâs not about the gun, but f**k, Patricia, what did you do with it?â
âItâs not about the gun?â
âNo, itâs not. But now Iâm worried. What did you do with it?â
âNothing. I didnât do anything with it.â She wanted to be absolutely sure, though. âBut itâs not registered, right?â He stared. She could have sworn his mouth twitched, the beginning of a smile. It lasted a millisecond. At the most.
âNo, itâs not.â
âGood then. Because, hum, ah, I kind of lost it.â
âLost it?â A raised eyebrow. His voice was soft. Low and soft.
âLost it. As in, itâs gone. Iâll pay you back.â How much did a gun like that cost anyway?