One Foot in the Grave - Denise Grover Swank Page 0,107
see Paul Conrad standing in front of Mitzi’s cart. His face was an ugly mask of fury.
“Paul,” Mitzi said, shaking with fear.
“I thought I told you to stay away from my wife,” he growled, his hands fisted at his sides.
“I just had a few questions,” I said.
“About that bitch Heather?” He took a step closer, his jaw clenched. “Wyatt Drummond did the world a favor when he killed her. And there’s absolutely nothin’ you need to be talkin’ to my wife about.”
I saw Marco out of the corner of my eye, about to rush toward us, but Paul couldn’t see him—he’d turned to face his wife. Keeping my hand low, I motioned for Marco to stop. The last thing I wanted was for Paul to know Marco was working with me.
“Did you plan this, Mitzi?”
“No,” she said, shaking her head violently.
“She didn’t know,” I insisted, my voice shaking. I couldn’t let Paul hurt her because I’d ambushed her. “I came here to do some grocery shopping, and when I saw her, I decided to see if she’d talk to me.”
His brow rose. “You were stalkin’ her?” Some of his anger seemed to fade. “You realize that’s a crime? I should place you under arrest.”
Fear made my legs weak. I had no doubt he would follow through. And as soon as an arrest photo was taken, my father’s people would begin to circle in. “Like I said, I saw her while I was here shopping. I wasn’t stalking her. You must know that Drum doesn’t have a grocery store. It was just a coincidence.”
“If you were shoppin’,” he said in a smartass tone, “then where’s your cart?”
“Carly,” Marco said, rounding the corner, pushing a cart with several items tossed inside. “There you are. Why did you take off like that?” He turned and feigned astonishment, as if only realizing Paul was standing there, then extended his hand, surprise lighting up his eyes. His reaction was so genuine, I almost believed it myself. “Hey, Paul. I didn’t know you knew my girlfriend.”
Paul motioned toward me. “You need to keep a better handle on your girlfriend, Roland. She’s harassin’ my wife.”
Marco hesitated, and I knew he was struggling with whether to defend my honor. But the last thing he wanted to do, rightfully so, was draw negative attention from one of the cops he was trying to topple. My pride could handle Marco berating me in front of Paul Conrad. I refused to put Marco in any more danger.
“I’m sorry, Marco,” I said in a meek tone, lowering my gaze. “I know you said to stay away from Mitzi, but I really wanted to talk to her, so I slipped away to ask her some questions.”
Marco was silent for a moment, and I glanced up to see his stunned expression.
Paul laughed. “Gotta keep these women in line, ain’t that right, Roland?”
I shot Marco a look that said play along.
He clenched his hands at his sides. “Yeah. Gotta show them their place.”
Paul clamped Marco’s shoulder. “Well, I’ll let you get to it, while I deal with my own wife.”
“She didn’t do anything,” I pleaded. “She told me to leave her alone.”
His gaze hardened. “Believe it or not, the world doesn’t revolve around you, Carly Moore.” Paul shot a dark look to Marco. “If you don’t get her under control, then you should find yourself another girlfriend.”
“Carly,” Marco barked, reaching out to me.
His tone scared me, but not because I was scared of him. It only proved how frightened he was for me.
I went to him and he wrapped a hand around my wrist, dragging me toward the exit, leaving the cart abandoned at the end of the aisle.
He didn’t let go until he opened the passenger door of my car. I climbed inside, and he slammed the door shut behind me before stomping around to the driver’s side. He didn’t say a word as he pulled out of the parking lot, but he held the steering wheel in a death grip, his entire body so tightly wound I could bounce a quarter off it. He cast me a glance, fury in his eyes, and then made a pronouncement that caught me by surprise.
“You’re done.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
I blinked at him in confusion. “What do you mean I’m done?”
“Do you really believe you can keep lookin’ into this?” he said, pulling into a strip mall parking lot. He took several deep breaths before he turned to me. “He just threatened your life, Carly!”