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The blood drained out of my face, leaving me light-headed. We stared at each other. I’d been caught red-handed, and we both knew it. My initial instinct was to run. Flee down the stairs and out of the house. He probably wouldn’t leave the kids alone to follow and kill me.
Unfortunately, Mr. Zimm stood between me and the door. The only option was to bluff my way out of this. “You’re home early! Did you have a nice evening?”
“Yeah, it was great. Nothing beats being the guy whose wife just got murdered at a work event.”
Touché. I didn’t know what to say to that. A nervous laugh escaped me. “You’re probably wondering—.”
“Cut the crap, Aly, we both know what you’re doing.”
We did? Great, he was going to call the cops on me. He probably thought I was trying to steal something. Or he rea
