“I’m kind of into DIY.”
“So you aren’t taking me downstairs to murder me or something?”
Natalie’s new boyfriend liked to build things. At least that’s what he told her. He claimed he was a bit of an inventor, but all he had managed to show her so far had been scratchy-looking drawings, and the occasional scale model he made from balsa wood and hot glue.
He had taken her on some creative dates, and he was cute. He didn’t give off murder vibes at all. If he had, she wouldn’t be joking about them or following him into the basement.
“No, I want to show you this thing I made.”
The stairs to the basement were steep. It was all builder’s unfinished wood and no wallboard on the walls. It was perfectly normal for a basement. Including the slightly musty smell, this was either going to be in
