Chapter 3


It was getting dark and Alex knew she should leave the park. But she didn't want to go home. Alone. And she certainly didn't want to go into the office. She got into her car and went home.

Alex looked in the refrigerator for something to eat. "Damn," she said. Not much there unless she wanted some ketchup, olives, or a zillion packets of soy sauce. She closed the refrigerator and looked in the cabinet. She took out a box of saltines and sat down at the kitchen table. She wondered what was on the menu at Rikers. Whatever it was, it was too good for Leslie LeZard with her padded resume, fake marathon time, and phony Yale cap. Maybe she could use some of that wiliness to gain a few perks with the prison guards. She had certainly used it on Bobby.

Alex ate a few more saltines, gulped a glass of water and crawled into bed.

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Bobby finished his pasta and took one sip of the wine. He poured the rest of the glass down the drain. He had never been a drinker. He wanted to maintain control, although he was aware that a lot of people thought he was always on the verge of losing control. What was the word, unstable, yeah, that was it. Bobby grimmaced, then laughed out loud as he turned out the kitchen light. No one really had any idea who he was.

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