Page 95 of Fatal Thrill
But how long would it take him toarrive?
Time to see if she could rile Dalton up, keep him focused on her. “Jon said you were a pussy and framed his dad because you were scared of ending up in the chair for your crimes. Is thattrue?”
The taunt did the trick. Dalton moved toward here, anger spurring him on. “I’m not scared of Jon or anyone else, and I’m too damn smart to get caught. His dad was a sucker, so intimidated by the government, all Big Brother this and Big Brother that. They’re going to take away our Constitutional rights! Everything’s a goddamn conspiracy!” He snorted. “Freaks.”
“So you’re not asurvivalist?”
“Oh, I am.” His lips curved in another mean smile. “Which is why I’ve stayed out of jail all thistime.”
His head snapped sideways as if he’d heard something else. The flashlight beam bounced off thewalls.
She still hadn’t heard anything. Was Jon really here? Were the otherstoo?
Now ornever.
Bending down in one fluid movement, she snatched up the broken stalactite, surprised by how heavy it was. “Why don’t you go back to Ireland and hide again like the pussy you are?” shescreamed.
And then she launched herself athim.
