“French Martini,” I told him.
He set out to make my drink as I looked down at my phone, pretending that I had something to look at as I waved my cocktail serviette, ensuring the perfume I’d purchased wafted over to him.
The drink was placed in front of me and I took a quick sip I felt him approach before I saw him sidle up to the bar, and turn to face me.
He had a cocky grin on his face, the one that I knew probably won over his former wives, and possibly his many mistresses that ended those marriages. I knew his type. I’d married a few of them.
“You know,” he started. “That perfume you’re wearing is unique. It’s the one my ex-wife wears.”
I pasted my sweet as sin smile on my face. “She must have made quite the impression for you to recall the scent of her perfume from a meer whiff.”
“Oh you’ve no idea, darlin’,” he said. “I’ve not seen you around here before. Are you new to the area?”
“I’ve been around, but not for a while. My husband didn’t like to attend these clubs much.”
His smile died down. “Oh?”
“No need to fear, he’s no longer in the picture.”
His smile began to teeter again. “Well now, how could anyone let you go?”
“Who says it was he who let me go?” I countered the question to avoid the topic of death.
“Well now, I like that,” he said. He motioned to my empty drink. “Can I get you another?”
I nodded. “I think I’d like that.”
“The name’s Colby,” he told me. “And you are?”
“Pleased to meet you, Colby, Marnie Picquette.”
He chuckled as he took my extended hand and laid a kiss on the back of it. This was getting almost too easy the more I did this. Soon, I’ll find them all and make them pay for what they did to me, and what they still do to all those girls they preyed on.
Colby was charming, and for a brief moment, I wondered if I’d been right. Could this be the man on the list? He seemed so sweet and lovely, but I knew they hid that side of themselves from the world. It was why they all seemed to get away with it. It was why I started attacking them from the inside.
It was the only way.
It helped that I felt nothing for anyone. My life had been forfeit the day I’d been born.
Until the day I breathed my last, I would do what I had to do.
And no detective, no matter how charming he was to look at, would stop me.
Kane
She stood opposite the man in the foyer of the country club, a smile on her face as if she hadn’t just lost her last husband a few days ago in the most tragic of circumstances. We had nothing on our investigation, and my captain had already told me to drop it, push it off to the cold case team.
I refused.
Now, I sat here on my day off, watching her start to win over her next husband.
My phone rang and I saw one of the research tech’s name pop up.
“Yeah?”
“That’s how you answer the phone?” I heard Petra ask.
“Why did you call on my day off?”
