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“I’m sorry, Jo.”
“So, what? Did you sleep with her that night too?” she snaps.
“No, no! I didn’t do anything with her, I swear to God! I didn’t even kiss her! She wanted to ride with me to John’s rental in Marshview. We had a few more drinks at the house and I wasn’t sure how to make the proposition to her about John. I needed her to willingly do it so that he wouldn’t complain. . . so I put diazepam in her drink.”
Jo’s brows shoot up. “You drugged her?”
“The drugs weren’t mine! I got it from John.”
“So John does this kind of stuff all the time then?” she snaps.
“I—I don’t know.”
“Clearly, he does! Why else would he have drugs like that to just give to you? Jesus, Dominic! These are the men you surround yourself with? Rapists? Liars? No wonder you’re the way that you are!”
“I’m nothing like them, Jo. I’ve never raped anyone,” he grounds out.
“But you did lie.”
His head shakes and he looks away.
“So let me get this straight. You drugged this woman, then let another man take advantage of her. She and her friend came to confront you about it, so you kidnapped her friend and brought her to this shitty cabin to try and hide the truth? What were you even going to do to her? You should be glad I showed up!”
“I—nothing. I just wanted her to tell me where Brynn was. They were fucking with me, Jo! Playing games with my head!”
“Well, Brynn is here now,” she states. “What was your plan after that?”
“I don’t know. To have Boaz get rid of them for good this time.”
“For good? What does that even mean?” she cries.
“I mean . . . well, just to make them disappear. To fucking kill them! Jo, we have so much on the line. Baby, please? The rally is tomorrow. We need to handle this and get out of here.” Dominic rocks in the chair again and Jolene stares at him, head shaking, eyes empty.
“Boaz is dead,” she finally says.
The cabin falls silent. Then it hits him, and he stops rocking in the chair. The puddle of blood outside the cabin. The streaks of it in the house. Boaz’s body was on the floor. He swivels his head but can’t find the body anymore, however there are streaks of dark blood on the floor. Did he imagine Boaz’s body? No, he’s not crazy. Something else is going on.
“Where is that man? The one who hit me? Did he hit you too?” he asks, and he can’t help wondering that if he did, how the hell Jolene is still alive. How is she here asking questions when there is someone else in the house trying to hurt them.
Unless . . .
“Jo,” Dominic rasps. “What have you done?”
She places his gun down on the table then lifts something from her lap. When Dominic sees that it’s her phone, his heart fails him. She’s on the voice recording app. She presses the big red button to stop recording.
“Jo—what the fuck are you doing?” he hisses.
“Someone had to stop you,” she murmurs.
“Why would you do this?”
“Why would you be sending money to Michelle Dawson?”
His chest constricts. “W-what?”
Her good eye narrows. “You heard me.”
“I—I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
