The man sitting across from me at the cafe was thinking about murdering his wife.
He imagined stabbing her and pretending like it was a robbery. Or perhaps, he thought, he'd take her hiking, push her off a cliff and say it was an accident; that she'd slipped. I wanted to tell him it wouldn't work, that in those CSI shows on T.V. they always suspected the husband first.
there were worse things than feeling guilty, like feeling dead.
Lori BrightonBut the guy sitting at the table next to me who'd been imagining killing his wife and was now imagining seducing me wasn't the problem. No, it was the guy sitting across from me, the man with the bright orange hunting cap pulled low over his eyes, the guy waiting for the right moment to rob the cafe...he was the one who worried me.
Lori BrightonHer eyes lit up with wicked glee. "You know what's easier than trying to sneak in?"
I shook my head, her Cheshire grin worrying me.
"Getting caught on purpose.
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