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“What are you going to do?” Juliette asked, leaning against the counter “You want me to take him to the station? Hold him for a few days?” She poured herself a cup of coffee
“I don’t need you breaking the law for me,” Savannah said
“All right So? What are you going to do?”
Her body remembered the way he’d touched her Her skin was perers Her breasts and lips still tingled and ached And it had all been a lie
He’d slept in her house In the sahter
Good God She’d caught hi out a sound and she’d convinced herself not to be suspicious Not to be dubious
“I’ to make him very sorry he came to my door”
“Atta girl,” Juliette said as she picked up her ringing phone “I’ll wait around to see if we need to bury a body”
Savannah walked through the house, sure of her destination Her course of action
The old glass doors to the sleeping porch hadn’t shut in years and she just slipped between thehost A wraith
It was dark on the porch, the overgrown vines outside acting like shades against the sun The white sheets on the bed glowed in the half-light, drawing her eye despite her intention not to look at Matt His back rose like a mountain from the snowy sheets, beautiful, all that cara out over the edge of the bed and it made him seem oddly vulnerable
Good, she thought, hoping she’d find so that she could use to make him hurt Hurt like she hurt
The oddball lessons learned at Margot’s feet resurfaced and her niers, always so s, went through Matt’s clothing, searching out clues, evidence, secrets
Our little pickpocket, Tyler had called her a o
The reush of eht no, she wanted to be righteous and angry
She’d put these strange skills behind her along with the ga that her whole family loved That Matt had reduced her to this was oneto hate about him
In the corner of his duffel bag she found his BlackBerry
She scrolled through his e-mails, his phone contacts
His name was Matt Woods And he sure as hell wasn’t a handyman
She threw the phone back in the bag
Matt’s pockets were ehost on bare feet, finding hiding spots and hidden nooks