Page 109 of Over Her Dead Body

“You were about to spend the afternoon explaining yourself.”

“I was asking for records.”

“And now you’re getting them.”

“Don’t patronize me.”

“I said you were jet-lagged.”

“You made it sound as though I shouldn’t be allowed to work without supervision.”

“They invited you back tomorrow.”

“Obviously you’re here for a reason. Why don’t you tell me what it is?”

He looks toward the house instead of answering.

“You lied your way in here, left me to cover your ass, and then made me look incompetent.”

Reid looks back at me.

“No,” he says. “I made you look harmless.”

CHAPTER 42

EMMA

“Harmless to whom?”

Reid glances toward the driver waiting beside my car.

“Get in. We can talk on the way.”

“You can talk here.”

“Emma.”

He says my name as though I am making something simple unnecessarily difficult. He used to say it that way when he had already decided what was best for both of us and needed me to catch up.

I remember the first time he came home with money for the table.

I kissed him before asking where it came from.

This was early enough in our marriage that money for furniture qualified as an event.

He took the envelope from the kitchen drawer and set it on the counter. Then he laid the cash beside it. “Count it.”

“I trust you.”

“Then this should be a pleasant exercise.”

There was enough. With what we had saved, there was finally enough.

I counted it again.

“Did someone die?”

“No.”