Page 62 of Don't Trust Her

He shoves the gun against my temple and grabs my chin. “You really expect me to agree to that insane plan? I’m not splitting the life insurance money with you!”

“It benefitsbothof us.”

“How?” he sneers. “I could off Angelina on my ownandkeep the insurance money. With your suggestion, you run off and I don’t get anything!”

I shove the barrel away from my head, jump to my feet, and stare him down. “Have you ever gotten rid of a body before? Hidden it so well it could never be found, or destroyed one so badly it could never hold any evidence of who did the killing?”

His only response is to glare at me.

“Have you?” I demand.

“No, but it can’t be that hard.”

I snort. “Tell me, how are you going to remove the evidence? It won’t take long for someone to realize she’s missing and report it to the cops. Then they’re going to be all overyou, your house, and your car. Your wife will be missing, and you’re the only one with motive and means.”

Peter’s arms fall to his sides. “You’ve really thought about this, haven’t you?”

“You think I’d come to town without having done my homework?”

He sneers at me. “You seemed pretty shocked about her affair.”

“That has nothing to do with why I came.”

“If you’re trying to step into her life, I think that’d be a pretty important piece.”

I stare at him, keeping watch on the gun at his side in the periphery of my vision. He seems to have forgotten about it for the time being. I intend to keep it that way. “Look, if the affair is even still going on, it wouldn’t change my plans. If I were to step into her life,Iwouldn’t cheat on you. It’s a moot point.”

“Until my brother comes calling.”

“I’d end it. Not a problem.”

“You don’t know my brother.”

“Clearly, but I could handle him. Not that it matters since our new cooperative plan wouldn’t involve me staying with you.”

Peter’s only response is to glower at me.

“Are you game?”

He sits on the chair where he held me at gunpoint only minutes ago. “You’ve really gotten rid of a body before?”

I nod.

“And nobody ever found it?”

“Not even close.”

He wipes sweat from his forehead. “How?”

“You think I’m going to tell you when you’ve made it clear you don’t want to work with me? You’d rather walk away with her insurance money.”

“Can you blame me?” His eyes are wild. “With my plan, I walk away with hundreds of thousands. Your plan leaves me with a divorce settlement. Ilosemoney instead of gaining it.”

“How much would it cost you to hire a hit man?” I counter. “Or prison. That’s even more expensive than a divorce. You lose your freedom. What happens to your kids? Your house? Your precious money? And you’d get more in the long run with her gone and not spending your hard-earned money.”

Peter looks at the ground and tugs on his hair before making eye contact with me again. “Who did you kill?”

“Nobody worth mentioning.”

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