Page 347 of Icy Cold Death

They were not that good in bed that he was willing to go down for them.

What was one more dead woman?

They were useless.

As they walked into the living room, the man went to the wet bar and poured him a drink.

“Here, Son. Drink this.”

He took it and gulped down the whiskey. Cyrus needed it. When he poured him another drink, the man shot that one back too.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

Cyrus nodded.

“I didn’t do it, Dad. You believe me, right? You believe that I didn’t kill Jessamy, don’t you?”

He sat down.

And laughed.

“I know for a fact that you didn’t kill my daughter. I’m sorry that you’re being accused of it. Only, I do have to admit, this is problematic. I’m a state supreme court judge, Cyrus. This makes the family look bad.”

From where he sat, he began getting woozy.

“What was in my drink?” he asked, slurring.

The man didn’t miss a beat.

“Just a healthy dose of fast acting cyanide. There was enough in there that you’re about to be dead.”

He blinked.

“What?” he asked, standing up.

The room spun.

“What have you done, Cyrus? Do you know the mess you’ve made? Now, I have to clean this up. You disgraced our family, and that’s unacceptable. You had your side pieces, and my daughter turned her head to them. She knew not to drag this family through the mud, and yet, here we are, with you being the problem.”

Everything began going blurry, and there was so much intense pain as he felt like puking.

“Why?” he whispered.

Jesse pointed toward the doorway.

That’s when Cyrus saw her.

Cyrus had to believe she was a figment of his imagination. His wife, Jessamy, was standing there, and there was no freaking way. He’d killed her. He’d strangled her, watched her eyes go dead, and dumped her into the barely frozen lake. She should be under the ice.

The woman came in, the bruises on her throat just healing.

“You should have made sure I was really dead,” Jessamy said to her husband.

Well, her soon-to-be-dead husband.

“You fucked it up, like you always do, Cyrus. I knew about the women, but you had to be ballsy and try to kill me. I played dead. When you left, I crawled out of the water, and called my father. He came and saved me.”

The older man hugged his daughter.

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