He heard Angie’s voice echo in his head. It’s me, baby. Did you miss me? Was this the Xanax? Will looked at his phone. CALLER ID BLOCKED. He sat up. He looked around the chapel like Angie might be there. Watching him. Laughing at him. He felt his mouth moving. He didn’t hear any words coming out. ‘Will?’ Her teasing tone was gone. ‘You okay, baby? Take a breath.’ Take a breath. Sara had said the same thing to him downstairs. Except this time, he wasn’t having a panic attack. He was filled with a blinding, uncontrollable rage. ‘You fucking bitch.’ She laughed. ‘That’s more like it.’ Rippy’s club. Angie’s purse. Her gun. Her car. Her blood. And now the body in the funeral home with her wedding ring. She had set him up. She had gotten herself into trouble, and whatever way she’d managed to claw her way out had presented an opportunity for her to fuck with his head. He said it again. ‘You fucking bitch.’ She laughed at him again. Will would’ve punched her in the throat if she were standing in front of him.
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