“It’s not your fault that Brad is screwing around on you.”
“What?”
“Yeah, he’s sleeping with this young girl who works at Neiman Marcus in Buckhead, at the jewelry counter. Her name is Erica Vargas. I’m thinking that’s why he wants you out of the picture, so he can fuck her all the time instead of just twice a week.”
“Please, Mr. Quinn. Your
“Oh, sorry. Anyway, I think Brad’s a jerk and you could do better.”
“Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Quinn, if that’s indeed what it was. But I’m afraid there’s been a terrible mistake. I find it inconceivable that Brad would take a lover.”
“Happens all the time.”
“Yes, well, I’m sure it does, but not to passionless men like Brad. As for him being capable of murder? Impossible.”
Quinn’s hand was suddenly a blur as he snatched Wendy and headed for the sedan. Kathy bolted after him.
“Stop!” she said. “What are you doing?”
“I’m taking Wendy for a little ride. You can join us if you’d like.”
“Please, Mr. Quinn. You don’t want to do this. Look at her. She’s terrified.”
The giant kept moving toward the car.
“Remember what you said about Opposite George!”
Quinn held the passenger door open. “I’ve already explained my position on that,” he said, “but some things must be seen to be believed. Climb in. If we hurry, we can catch them in the act.”
Kathy looked around. “What has happened to our security guard?”
Quinn waved his injured hand dismissively. “He’s, uh, tending to a family emergency.”
Though Quinn had said it casually, he failed to anticipate the terrifying images that suddenly raced through Kathy’s mind. She began shaking so violently, Quinn feared she might slip into shock.
“Kathy, I promise you, everything’s fine. Think about it: if I wanted you dead, you’d already be halfway to heaven.” He patted the seat. “Now climb in and stop worrying. I’ll have you and Wendy back home in no time.”
Kathy didn’t want to go with the giant. In fact, getting in his car would be dead last on her list of things to experience in her lifetime. But she couldn’t bear the thought of losing Wendy. She took a deep breath and reluctantly climbed into the car and hung her hopes on the idea that perhaps one of her neighbors had seen enough to phone the authorities.
Quinn put the car in gear and handed Wendy to her grateful owner. True to his word, Quinn didn’t hurt either of them and was in fact very conversational during the drive to Buckhead. It was not yet noon and traffic was light, and before long, Kathy felt the car stop. She turned her attention away from Wendy and looked out the window.
“What happens now?” she asked.
“We wait.”
Kathy followed Quinn’s gaze to the cafe across the street, the charming one that offered a view of cozy furniture through the front window—the cozy furniture upon which Brad sat with a young hottie.
Quinn, Kathy, and Wendy settled into their seats for the duration of the lovers’ meal, then watched Brad and Erica stroll hand-in-hand to the nearby hotel. They waited in the car in silence for about an hour. Then Quinn spotted the lovers exiting the hotel. Brad gave Erica one last embrace.
“Can you drive us home now?” Kathy said.
He did. Before getting out of the car, Kathy said, “You know that thing you were telling me about, the whole Opposite George thing? I think this just might work out for you.”
Quinn wondered what Donovan Creed would have said to keep the conversation going. He came up with, “How so?”
“I’m the one with all the money in this relationship, not Brad, but there is a pot full of insurance and a big inheritance coming Brad’s way if something happens to me.”
Quinn knew where this was going.
Kathy continued. “You can keep the fifty thousand dollars from my husband,” she said, “and I’ll add another fifty thousand to it. Do you understand what I’m asking?”
“You want me to kill your husband.”
Kathy laughed. “Heavens no! I’ve got far too much invested in the prick. Plus, I really do love him, and I certainly wouldn’t welcome the close scrutiny the media and police would bring.”
Quinn was wrong. He had no idea where this was going and told her so.
“Don’t you see?” asked Kathy. “I want you to kill Erica.”
Quinn nodded absently. “I know a guy who says we all have at least two people in our lives who we wish had never been born. These two people changed the course of our lives for the worse, and we never got over what they did.”
Kathy said, “Your friend is probably right about that.”
