My Wife's Faked Death

rted murmuring. Maria, the waitress from the diner, stepped fo

ssed. "A job is more important than a person' s life? If Jen

were cornered, their excuses sounding flimsy and

. I have a cousin in the city. A good man. I' ll call him tomorrow. He' ll check

ed, playing the part of the relieved, trusting son

lling me to be strong. The Smiths retreated to their room, whispering furi

t always creaked. I found the floorboard that had been loose for years and worked it with my p

, Frank stood by the door as I got ready

ng?" he demanded. "You need to

Frank. I have a

of the kitchen. "Frank, leave the

t the loose

own the steep basement stairs, a sickening ser

al. But this time,