Chapter Eight
Alexis jerked up from the living room couch when she heard the knock that night. She set the television remote on the glass table and peeked out of the window.
She made out the silver-gray Porsche in the darkness.
“Shit.” She closed her robe and went to the door. “What do you want, Kevin?”
“I want to talk to you for a minute. May I come in?”
She leaned against the door. “I don’t think that would be a good idea.”
“Why not? I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you the truth about me and Brett.” He exhaled so loudly she heard it through the door. “I didn’t want you to think I killed him that’s all.”
“That’s not the only time you lied.”
“If you’re talking about Faye then all I can do is hope you believe me because she’s lying. Other than s*x one time, we’ve never done anything el
