Homicidal

Chapter 7

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Bella's eyes follow mine and she smiles softly. "I still think about that night sometimes. Do you?"

Unwanted images flash through my head: Bella wrapped in satiny white lace, a makeshift tiara made out of handcuffs on top of her head, a flickering Motel 6 light visible through the dank, dirty window as I threw my head over the edge of the bed and found my release.

"Not a chance in hell," I lie, "but the day we signed the annulment papers ranks first on my best-day-of-my-life list."


A/N: Wait...WHUT? What just happened? Holy hyphens, Batman! There's a MURDER to solve! Get your head out of the gutter! What's up, MR?

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HT