Suicide Squeeze

Co

“I went to see The Mona Lisa. Have you seen it? I mean on television or in a book, how they have it displayed?” She knew he hadn’t traveled.

“I know the picture. Not anything else.”

“It’s behind glass,” Tyra

“That’s how you were to me, Co

“You didn’t mess it up,” Co

“It’s not okay. In my mind, it’s all messed up and ruined, and my mind is where the problem is. No, Co

“Tell me what Dan does. I’ll do the same thing. I won’t ask questions. I’ll stay out of your business.”

“No. You’ll end up hating me. Or you’ll drive me crazy, and I’ll kill you.”

Co

Tyra

Co

“Are you okay? Your arm.”

“I don’t even feel it,” Co

Or Mexico. Isn’t that where rogues went to start over? Maybe Co

I’m so goddamned dramatic.

Co

Tyra

Co

“Co

He ignored her, opened the car door, threw the vest and belt into the backseat.

“Co

He flinched from her. “Don’t touch me. I hate you. You suck, and you’re ugly.”

“Okay,” Tyra

“Go to hell.” He got behind the wheel, cranked the engine.

It was sinking in now, everything she’d said. Co

He looked at Tyra

“I love you,” Tyra

Co

The long curves of Scenic Highway unfolded before him, the morning sun muted by the rolling gray, the sky promising a trademark Florida thunderstorm. It would build and build until the sky opened and drowned everything, not out of malice, not spite, but only because the sky would be too full to hold it all.

But Co

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It took three hours for Co

The Boston Whaler, which had pulled Co

“I hear you.” Co

It had taken a few hours to find an appropriate marina and get organized. He figured another three hours for the trip. Downstream, under the swing-out bridge to the mouth of the river where it emptied into the Gulf. Then west along the coast to Paradise Marina almost in Alabama, the closest place to take on fuel and outfit the Je