His Perfect Prey: Her Reckoning
, a strangled cry. "
Just... Dad' s friend." He put the
s friend. Who lets hi
, a cold dread coiling
nce about the gala incident ( "Oh, bad luck with the card,
s unlocked. My fingers tremb
one I funded, the one with
transaction. To
upport
g Spree
ayment - BM
ousands. Tens of thou
in new clothes, designer bags. A new leased BMW, its shiny black paint gleaming. In picture after pic
azing
sank onto the edge of the bed, the room spinning. The air was thick, unbreathabl
rolled over. He smelled faintly of a perfume th
him, my voice shaking but low
' s daughter. My niece. Struggling a bit, you know? Aspiring i
smile that had once made my heart fl
a BMW for? The one you took on a
s not 'our' money when you' re being like this. I
lting. I saw him clearly then, perhaps
. My focus was shattered. All I could see were those Venmo
tled into my soul. I had given everything to this