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When I turn to face them, I find a black handgun pointed in my face. He yanks my purse—which contains my phone—off my shoulder and tosses it into his kitchen. It slams against the wall, contents spilling.
“What the hell are you doing?” I ask. “What is this? Lauren?”
She still won’t look at me.
Checking her phone, she tells Thayer someone’s almost there—two minutes away.
“Good,” he says. “We’ll just sit tight then. Meadow. Couch. Now.”
I don’t move. I can’t. I’m frozen. Paralyzed.
“Now.” He speaks through clenched teeth and his voice booms, startling Lauren.
Stepping carefully, I make my way past the two of them and take a seat at the far end of the couch. Thayer takes the chair across from me and Lauren stands between him and the door, as if I might try to escape with a crazy guy pointing a handgun at me.
When there’s a quick rap at the door a minute later, Thayer tells Lauren to get it and she moves as though her life depends on it. Funny, all this time I thought Lauren had the upper hand.
The door swings open and a woman in a black jacket and dark jeans enters, her hair pulled away from her face and tucked under a baseball cap.
Our eyes meet.
“Elisabeth?” I begin to stand until Thayer points his gun in my face again and tells me to “sit the fuck down.”
The door slams behind her.
I’m going to be sick.
“Meadow?” Elisabeth is surprised to see me.
“You two know each other?” Thayer asks.
“You all know each other?” I answer his question with a question of my own.
“She’s my sister,” he says.
“Half-sister,” Elisabeth corrects him. The distinction must be important to her. She turns to Lauren while pointing at me. “The girl you described is nothing like her. You said she was your fucking mini-me.”
“She is,” Lauren says. “She basically … I don’t know … became me.”
Elisabeth rubs her temple, her winded breath steadying. “Great. This is … this is just great.”
Thayer hasn’t moved an inch, keeping the gun trained in my direction.
“I’m sorry, Meadow.” Elisabeth’s voice softens, but her face is hard lines and dark circles. “You’re a good person. You don’t deserve this, and I’m truly sorry. I mean that.”
“Sorry for what, Elisabeth?” I say her name and I speak to her as a friend. A friend who has dropped everything to be there for her in her time of need. A friend who has done nothing but listen and cook her food and clean her house and quell her loneliness.
Friends don’t kill friends.
But if she’s capable of ordering a hit on her husband … she’s capable of anything.
Thayer sniffs. “Come on, Meadow. You’re not that dense. You’ve been piecing this shit together from the start.”
Slight tremors rush over me, electric shocks that come and go. “You set me up. The three of you.”