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“Shit. If that hairball says the wrong thing, she’ll kill him.”
“You’re exaggerating.” Shane met Wilson’s eyes. He wasn’t passing the test.
“She’s on probation already,” Joey said. “She’s bashed two fiancés and had one dead guy in her basement. As long as she’s throwing dishes, she’s probably okay, but she ends up with another assault charge or, God forbid, another body, and?—”
“Hold it,” Shane said, and listened.
The house was silent.
“Fuck,” he said, and sprinted for the back door.
Agnes stood very still as the kitchen swung around her. There was a faint roaring in her ears, and the floor rocked, and she let the box fall off the counter and onto the tile, where the rest of the dishes in it smashed. “Agnes?” Taylor said.
“Your wife.” She took a step forward and raised her hand, surprised to find a meat fork in it.
She’d been expecting a knife.
“Agnes.” Taylor tried to move away, but she put the fork on his Adam’s apple and pressed hard and he stepped back against the table, arching his back to get away from her until his shoulders touched the swinging door to the basement.
“Behind you is the door the kid fell through last night,” Agnes said calmly. “He died, so I think you should stay very still right now.”
“Ag—” He tried to turn his head and sidle away, and she pressed harder, breaking the skin.
“Do you know how sharp this fork is? Of course you do. Stand still and talk fast. How long have you been married to Brenda? You are married to Brenda, right? You didn’t bring another woman into this just to mind-fuck me?”
“Agnes, it doesn’t mean?—”
She pressed a little harder and the blood began to drip down his neck. “Did I ever tell you about my anger problem, Taylor?”
He swallowed, his Adam’s apple sliding along the tine of the fork. “Yes.”
“How long have you been married to Brenda?”
“Not long.”
“You lie.” She pressed harder.
Taylor’s voice came out strangled, probably because he was afraid to swallow. “May second.”
“The day before we signed the house papers.” He knew all along, he’s known about the swindle from the beginning, he lied and lied and I believed him, he lied?—
“Agnes, honey, it was a terrible mistake.” He swallowed again, sweating now. “I knew it right away, but I couldn’t leave her, it was the only way I was sure of keeping the house. For us. For us.”
Agnes could hear herself breathing hard, just like in the horror films. Almost like watching herself, listening to herself. He knew all along, he lied to me, he lied.
“I did it for us, sugar.”
You son of a bitch. She clenched her jaw and there was a rushing in her ears as she tried to shove the fork through his goddamn throat, but her hand wouldn’t move. She threw her shoulder into it, and it still wouldn’t move.
“No,” Shane said from behind her.
“Thank God you’re here,” Taylor said, still pinned to the wall. “She’s nuts. Get her away from me and call the police.”
Shane was holding on to her wrist; that’s why her hand wouldn’t move. That was annoying. “Let go of me,” Agnes said through her teeth.
“No,” Shane said to Taylor, still holding Agnes’s hand. “You will not call the police.”
“The hell I won’t,” Taylor said, and then realized belatedly that he was still forked. “Get her off me.”
