Page 94 of Crazy In Love (Secrets of Suburbi 3)

“Ensley? Is that you? Are you okay?”

I should have been the one asking him that. Wow, he really was a bad detective. He was worried about me. Me. “No.” My voice trembled. It was easy to fake it when I was looking at my doppelgänger tied up to a chair.

“We got your husband’s murderer. It’s safe to come back now. You’re safe.”

“No.” I kept my voice uneven and sobbed. “You have the wrong guy.”

“What do you mean?”

“Aiden’s innocent.” I pretended to sob again. “I framed him. It was me. I killed my husband. Because he hurt me, Detective Torres. And you didn’t help.” No one had helped. No one had cared. Until Aiden. I glanced over at Sophia. She was straining against the ropes, trying to get free. For the first time since I’d tied her up, she looked truly horrified. “It was me.”

All I heard was his breathing for a few seconds.

“Where are you?” he asked.

“It’s…it’s too late.” I kicked the fake tremble of my voice up a notch. “And I don’t regret killing him. But I’m so sorry that I hurt you. I’m so, so sorry.”

“Ensley, where are you?” His voice sounded more icy than concerned. Probably because I’d cut off his finger.

“It doesn’t matter,” I croaked. “It’s too late. I can’t live like this.” I pulled the gun out of the back of my leggings and stared down at it. “I can’t. I can’t.”

“Take a deep breath. I need you to tell me where you are right now. We can have a nice long talk about all of this when I get there.”

I shook my head, my eyes still on the gun. “I have your gun. I thought it would be good to call you. Have this recorded so that no one thought you were the one that killed me.” I turned the gun toward myself. Just one click away. Would it hurt less through my forehead or heart?

“Ensley, put the gun down,” he said.

I sniffled. “Will you answer a question for me if I do?”

“Yes. If you put the gun down and tell me your address. I’ll answer whatever you want.” He didn’t sound upset anymore. He sounded desperate.

?

??Okay.” I put the gun down on the kitchen counter. “Who is T? And who’s A?”

“That’s something we can talk about in person. If you tell me where you are.”

“You said you’d answer my question first. I’m going to shoot myself in the head if you don’t.”

“Ensley…”

“I went through your emails, Detective Torres. Who are T and A?” I picked the gun back up. “I’ll shoot myself unless you answer honestly. Do the letters stand for Tremblay and Aiden?”

“No. Now please tell me where you are. I can come get you. We can go down to the station to talk.”

“I know you were working with them.” God, I just wanted answers. Why did no one ever tell me what I needed to know? “Just admit it. What does the truth even matter now? I’ll be dead.”

“I wasn’t working with Sophia or Aiden. Put the gun down, Ensley.”

“Then who are T and A? I swear to God…”

“Tucker and Adeline.”

Tucker and Adeline. The names seemed to roll around in my head until they stopped. Adeline Bell was the first suburban housewife serial killer. And Tucker Reed was the second suburban housewife serial killer’s boyfriend. He was also Detective Torres’ friend and former partner. It would make sense if he was still in contact with him. Asking for more supplies made sense. But the other email? That they had A and the plan was a go? Oh my God. “You found Adeline?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“How?”

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