Chapter 27: Research
It was a long walk back to the cemetery. Emily fumed for the first mile or so as she plotted his screaming demise over and over, each plan more evil than the last. She actually laughed out loud, a horrible sound, when her mind decided to pitch him in front of a moving train.
Ultimate payback.
But she was alone by then and the energy and hate she'd received from her girls was running dry. Emily started to be afraid. And to doubt herself. What did she have on him, exactly? Her word against his. There was no one in the parking lot who could vouch for her. Not a soul, alive at any rate, who witnessed the assault, the threats. In fact, the only evidence was the cut on his face. And that was her fault. He had more evidence than she did. Evidence he could use to seriously hurt her. He didn't need to kill her. Just make her look crazy enough no one would listen.