By The Book

The detective’s voice throbs. I stare at my hands.

“She’s your sister. You don’t know what she’s capable of?”

“You’re a policeman. Haven’t you realized no one really knows anyone? I didn’t know the depths of her issues.”

“Issues. That’s a kind word for psychopathy.”




He sits on the edge of the table and looks down at me. “She’s saying you masterminded her husband’s murder.”

“What do you think?”

“I think I read a similar plot in Archangel.”

“I wrote a book. I didn’t plan murder.”

“It’s in the book.”

“So’s a cake recipe; I don’t bake either.”


end 7/21/2016

S. Darlington

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