Page 11 of Hacker Revelation

If I knew my wife, she might have let him leave, but from what I heard had happened to Lily, she hadn’t planned on letting Lily’s husband live for long. I’d had CJ pull up Lily’s police and medical records. She’d had numerous trips to the emergency room for broken bones, and those were just the ones she went in for. How many times had she stayed home and dealt with the damage on her own? I shook my head to get rid of the thoughts.

I had never understood how a man could raise his hand to the woman he loved. I wanted to spend my days worshipping Kat and making sure she had everything she ever wanted.

“Kitty Kat, you need to use your skills to send these men to jail. I know you knew they were following you. You should have called me immediately or called the cops to have them arrested. Promise me there will be no more dead bodies.”

Kat bit down on her lip.

“Is there another body back there?”

She stomped her feet in place. “No, he got away. Lily’s husband, Greg, escaped. I didn’t mean to kill this guy, but when I threw the garden gnome at his head… well, this is what happened.”

I couldn’t hold in my laughter. My five-foot-three Kitty Kat had killed an overgrown thug with a garden gnome. At least she hadn't hunted this guy down herself. She was attacked at our house, which lead me back to the idea of sending her to a safe house. Maybe Zane would side with me, and we could send Sophie along for company. That way they wouldn’t argue about it if they were together.

“No!” she yelled.

I crossed my arms over my chest. “You don’t even know what I was going to say.”

Kat went back to tugging the body across the yard. With each tug at the man's feet, she grunted, using all her strength to move him. The sun had gone down, and the porch light was the only light in the backyard.

She dropped the feet of the dead body and gave me her full attention. “You were plotting a way to get me into a safe house. Not gonna happen.” When I opened my mouth, she cut me off. “Even if you put Sophie in there with me. We’ll escape and go after not only Juan but you as well for putting us in there.”

One thing about our relationship was that we could read each other, and she guessed my thoughts. I let it go for the moment, but the thought of losing my wife again left an ugly taste in my mouth.

“Fine. No safe house.” Her face lit with joy. “As long as you don’t remove the trackers and you stop killing people.”

“Bu—”

I cut her off. “Did you have your phone on you?”

Kat reached down, grabbed the body, and continued to drag it. I knew I should help her, but it was cute seeing her try to move it.

“Answer the question.”

She dropped the feet again and put her hands on her hips. Her red hair was hanging down in her face. “Yes!”

I grabbed her and brought her into my arms. “No safe house as long as you call the cops next time you are being followed. No more taking on the bad guy. Now, you want to explain what you had planned to do with the body?”

For some reason, I was worried about her answer. She knew exactly where she was heading. I didn’t want to know what was at the end of the trail.

She rubbed her body against mine, trying to distract me. I didn’t think she would answer me at first, but she said, “I found that if I can get a dead body in the storm drain over there”—she pointed to the back of the property, toward a gate that led to a retention pond for collecting the runoff from the neighboring lots—“the alligators come and eat them. They wait for the bodies I bring them.”

As if shocked at herself, she reached up and put a hand over her mouth, but a hand over her mouth didn’t take the words back.

“Kitty Kat, how many bodies have you dumped down there?”

She winced. “How many is too many?”

How to answer? A normal person would have said one. But knowing my wife, it was more than one already. I took a few calming breaths before giving my answer.

“Five. Five is way too many.”

“Okay. Less than five.”

Her words came out way too quickly. I figured she had fed the alligators more than five bodies. We would never get rid of them. The only option was to move, because the alligators sure as hell would never leave us alone if she kept them fed.

“It’s more, isn’t it?”

“Maybe.”

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