Page 55 of The Liar's Wife

“You really parked in a shitty spot to be unloading something,” he said, looking behind him at the journey he believed we’d be making.

Oh, how wrong he is.

“I know, man, what can you do? This street is always packed. Everyone’s constantly in and out.”

“You live here?”

“Not anymore.”But soon. “This is me.” I pointed to my silver Mazda. “It’s just in the trunk.”

He walked around to the trunk, and I opened my driver’s side door, grabbing the tire iron I kept under the seat and popping the trunk. I shut the door, and Nathan opened the trunk. He looked up at me with confusion. “What the h—”

I swung, ending the sentence and, from the amount ofblood that spurted from his skull, I’d guess his life. I hit him again, just to be sure. He fell into my arms, and I shoved him in the trunk, groaning and grunting until his weight was off of me. I closed it firmly and wiped away the spattered blood from my face, arms, and the car. I used my shirt to clean the weapon off last, tossing it back onto my floorboard.

I stared in the rearview mirror, adjusting it. I couldn’t feel good about what I’d done, but it was what was necessary.

Nathan Creswell had already taken two of the four things that mattered most to me, and I’d be damned if he took the only two that remained.

I said I’d do anything to keep Palmer this time, and I meant it.

Anything.

I pulled out of the parking garage and headed in the opposite direction than I’d been intending to. I might be late for work. I needed to make a pit stop in Red River. Thanks to Kat, I knew the perfect place to bury a body.

It was the least I could do for her.