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“Give me the computer,” he demanded, holding out one hand.
She lifted the lightweight Vaio and hurled it at the floor with all her strength.
Warren’s foot shot out to deflect the computer, and the machine hit the carpet with no more force than her cell phone did when she dropped it at the market. Laurel balled her hands into fists and screamed at the top of her lungs. She didn’t know what she was saying, but whatever it was, it was the wrong thing. Warren raised the gun, aimed at her face, and pulled the trigger.
Fire spurted from the muzzle, and something stung her face. She reeled back in shock, her ears ringing from the blast in the confined space. Her left cheek hurt badly, but she didn’t think she’d been hit by a bullet. The pain was in her skin. Warren must have aimed just to the right of her ear. She wanted to slap him, but she didn’t dare risk it.
“That shut you up,” he said, his eyes like blue ice. “And don’t think the police will come ru
She blinked away tears of impotent rage. “No.”
He stepped forward and laid the hot barrel flush against her forehead. She jerked away from the scalding steel and stared back at the man she had slept with for more than a decade and saw no one she recognized. She bent at the waist, picked up the Sony, and handed it to him.
“What now?”
Warren smiled like a wolf at cornered prey. “Let’s see what you’re hiding.”
Da
Da
Da
They’re both at home, he thought. In the middle of the day.
He knew from experience that this almost never happened. For one thing, Laurel should still be at the school. For another, Dr. Shields didn’t usually get home until after his evening rounds, unless his kids had an athletic event scheduled. Da
Da
“Jesus,” he muttered, pulling to the curb. “What the hell am I supposed to do now?”
Laurel’s message had been too vague. Warren knows. How about a little detail with that, lady? Warren knows what, exactly? Did he know that his wife had recently had an affair? Or did he know she’d had an affair with Da
He craned his neck over his shoulder and looked at the house. Worst case, what could be happening in there? Shields could be beating the hell out of his wife. He might even be threatening her with a weapon. Truth be told, Da
He didn’t envy her having to bluff it out with her husband. Warren Shields was smart, and not just regular-doctor smart. Da
Da
“Hey there!” called a scratchy male voice in the upper register. “You lost or something?”
Da
“You making a delivery out here?”
“Nope.”
“I thought you might be bringing me my crossties.”
“Pardon?”
The man spread his arms as far as they would go. “Railroad ties! To border my garden, shore up the bank.”
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