Chapter 49
Duncan slid from behind the restaurant’s double doors. Mark was walking out of the inn holding a cell phone to his ear.
Hope he trips.
Hope he tripsDuncan had heard every word. Driscoll was getting too close for comfort, at least for this stage of his perfectly thought-out murder- suicide plans.
Fortunately, they wouldn’t try talking to him until the reception. He’d avoid Mark, then rescue Annabelle from Mark’s clutches before the arrogant son-of-a-b***h had the chance to confront him.
His mind skipped to the days ahead. This afternoon. The bumpy ride against across the lake. First choking then drowning Annabelle, letting her gently enter the next world, then allowing himself to slip into the deadly abyss holding her hand.
Bodies flown to New York City. A dual funeral at T
