Page 158 of The Hamptons Lawyer

Before she can even reply, he slaps her hard across her face, knocking her to the side and nearly all the way out of the bed.

Claire Jacobson screams then, right before he slaps her again, harder this time.

Then he is climbing on top of her.

But she fights him as he tries to pin her arms, and manages to roll out from underneath him, pushing herself backtoward the ornate headboard that has made it all the way out here from the town house in Manhattan.

He crawls toward her, but not quickly enough, because then Claire Jacobson is reaching under her pillow and coming up with the gun she keeps there.

He laughs, even with the gun pointed straight at him.

“Really?” he says, but stopping where he is. “Who the fuck in this familyisn’ta shooter?”

“Really,” Claire says, and then shoots him in the middle of the chest, and then again, and keeps firing until the gun is empty and the shock is gone from his face.

And the smirk, at long last.

She calmly watches as his body slides off the bed to the floor.

Then she is the one reaching for her own phone, on the nightstand closest to her.

The number is on speed dial.

Jane Smith picks up on the first ring.

“I just killed Rob,” Claire Jacobson says. “I’m going to need a lawyer.”