Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
“Nothing. You should see these.” I set out his bank records and then his medical records.
“What the fuck?”
“See I don’t need to kill you, Novak. You’re already on the way out the door, and you’re broke as fuck. Soon, you’ll have nothing, and you’re rotting from the inside out, which I could have told you without the tests.”
“You bastard. Did you come here to gloat?” he asks.
“Duh. What the fuck did you think? I don’t even have to lay a finger on you, even though I know you laid your hands on my woman. You struck her, and I could suffocate your fucking ass right now and no one would know.” Although I’m not exactly telling the whole truth, it’s fun to watch him. Slowly, he loses it. His breathing becomes shallow as the meds work overtime.
“You’re a bastard.”
“I can take these back.”
“No, these are mine. I don’t even know how you got access to them.” Seriously, did this man know nothing about me? He might have gotten tests done, but the results were accidentally switched at the hospital.
Anyway, he tugged at his tie and then poured himself another glass and drank it as if to quench the thirst. He falls back on the chair, and I watch as he slowly dies. With precision, I switch the bottles, making sure to slide it into his hands, getting those necessary fingerprints. Then I pull out the prescription bottle of pills and add his fingerprints to those too, spreading out the necessary amount. I know how many were used and how many should roughly be in his system.
I snuck out the same way I came in and disposed of my fake print gloves. Using only back roads and my fellow Riders, I returned to Steeleville and my family.
It’s been a wonderful vacation.
Epilogue
Miles
Two years later
That’s my hot wife in her one-piece suit. Damn they could make a show about her sexy ass. No, no they couldn’t because I’d kill motherfuckers for drooling over her. She leans over the body in the middle of a crime scene two miles off the strip. I just flew back from a trip to Steeleville while she was working only to find her on the scene of a murder case in the desert. Her long hair tied up in a bun, the warm dry air, blowing a few strands around and away from her lovely face.
She’s bagging some evidence as I stand at the edge of the crime scene tape. I take out my phone and snap photos.
“Sir, may I ask why are you taking photos?” An officer asks. “This is a crime scene.”
“That beautiful woman is my wife and frankly, I’ve never seen her in action. She’s breathtaking even picking up potential evidence.”
“She is.” I let out a growl.
“What did you say?”
“I mean…”
“You mean that she is my wife and that if you want to not be the next dead body she examines that you keep your motherfucking eyes, hands, and mouth to yourself, correct?”
“Correct.”
“Oh, Mr. Ivanov, it’s good to see you,” Chief of Police Aguirre says. She approaches with a smile. “I was just about to call you. We could use your expertise. I found a smashed drive that looks like it’s been in the desert for more than a day. Maybe you or your specialized equipment could work your magic.”
“Send it over and I’ll see what I can do,” I say with smirk. That’s when my hardworking wife looks our way. I see her face harden and immediately I sense a hint of jealousy.
She stands, handing over the sealed bag to her assistant. Then she turns our way, and I wait expectantly for her arrival. “Mr. Ivanov,” she says as she reaches us.
“Come on now. Elsa, you don’t have to be so formal. We know he’s your husband.”
“I like to be professional.”
The chief nods and then says, “Thank you, Mr. Ivanov. Our offices will be in contact.”
I nod and return my attention to my wife who is full of questions, but they can wait. Her face is flush and beads of sweat run down the sides of her face. “Dearest love, do you need some water? It’s a bit hot and I’d hate for the sun to get to you.”
“I’m fine,” she insists, but she’s clearly upset.
“What time will you be done?”
“We are working until the scene is cleared and the evidence is logged and processed. I’m scheduled until eight, but it depends on how long things take.”
“I’ll be waiting.” I wink and then add, “You look fetching, my wife.” She blushes and then walks back to her work. I glare at the little twerp who had made the comment about my wife. He’ll be reassigned tomorrow. I’ll make sure of it.
The moment she steps through the door, I scoop her up in my arms. “Shower time.”