Page 63 of Beautiful Revenge

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The entire drive down here,I listened in on Sophie to make sure nothing bad was happening to her. If it had, I would have made Dylan turn the van around. So far, Kelly has been fairly cold to her, but she hasn’t done anything to warrant the fear on Sophie’s face.

“Are you sure this is the best option?” Dylan asks anxiously, and I remove the headset I was using to listen.

“We can’t be burning everyone’s remains if we don’t want them to suspect a serial killer. You know this,” I remind him, and he sighs.

“I know. Just… I hate that there’s a serious potential to leave evidence behind,” he says, and I smile.

“We’ve done our due diligence, Dyl. Devon and I both have wigs. We’re wearing masks and gloves, and you engineered us both boots that are bigger than our feet, but still disperse the weight correctly.” I wish I could erase his fears, but the truth is, there’s always a slight chance of being caught.

“I think trying to make it look like a robbery gone wrong is a bad idea,” he says, and my eyes widen.

“What? Why?” Devon asks, completely confused.

“I’ve been thinking about it the entire trip, and tying him up will make it appear like a staged invasion. Think about it. If you’re caught unaware while robbing a house, you’re not going to take the time to tie the intruder up,” Dyl explains, and I nod.

“You’re right. If we were actually robbing the place, we’d be looking for the closest object to take him down with.” How hadn’t I realized this sooner?

“So, what are we going to do, then?” Dev asks from the back seat.

“Nothing really has to change,” I state at the same time Dylan does, but he continues.

“You just won’t have to ransack the house.”

“We change our mindset,” I tell Dev. “Instead of tying him to the kitchen chair with some electrical cord from inside his house, we use some zip ties and secure him.” I tap my fingers on my thigh as I think. “Maybe we can tie him to the bed. It would give me great satisfaction to draw out his suffering even more.” The glee and excitement at that idea has me smiling like a psycho.

“You’re not even slightly upset about that,” Devon says, laughing hysterically. “That’s so fucking hot.”

I shake my head at him but smile warmly. “Not even a little upset,” I admit, not ashamed of how badly I want to kill this monster.

“Okay, so instead of a robbery gone wrong, make it look like a personal kill. Someone in his life that has a vendetta against him,” Dylan muses, and I nod.

“That’s where my head went, too. It would make the most sense and remove the chances of us being a possible suspect. We don’t know him, and we won’t leave any forensic evidence to tie us to the kill.”

“Sometimes I think I should fear how goddamn smart the two of you are,” Devon jokes, making us all laugh.

“At least he lives in a secluded neighbourhood with no neighbours for miles,” I point out. “That makes the van being identified a lot less likely as well.”

“Not that it’s a problem,” Dylan states. “Any time we come within a hundred feet of a camera they’re disabled.”

“Your nerdy computer brain is such a turn on,” I purr, and he groans.

“Jesus. Now I’m going to be hard all night,” he hisses when my hand moves to cup him through his pants.

“You love it,” Dev snarks.

“Damn right, I do.”

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