He Wanted My All, I Took His

ooth as silk, dripping with the fake affection t

. How was

, a practiced calm I had perfected over y

onight for a small get-together. Mike, Dave, you know them. Chloe mi

ee if I would react. The casualness was the performance. I felt a surge

ight and cheerful. "I'll be there

," he said, the satisfaction

, and hung up before he cou

predictable. Where would a man like Liam hide something illicit? Not in his expensive suit

opper cap. The label had been meticulously scraped off, but a faint, sticky res

ughly. Then, I grabbed a bottle of sterile saline solution from my contact lens supply, a simple, harmless salt

g it under the clothes exactly as I had found

a text from an unknown number. "This is Sarah Miller. The woman fr

he number

m. He must have left his phone connected to the

be ready to come over tomorrow morning. She'll be... disoriented. W

l tell everyone how concerned we've been. That high-pressure job of hers

girlfriend, the tragic accident. My blood ran cold. They were all i

nsive vodka on the counter, Liam's favorite. He and his friends would undoubted

ured a small, but effective, amount. Not enough to be lethal, but enough to cause chaos.

ling water for myself and set