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walk away.
    “Hey, I was only joking. Where are you going?” he asked.
    “Nowhere,” I mumbled.
    “What happened to your leg?”
    “Nothing.”
    “You’re real talkative today.”
    “I have somewhere I have to be. I don’t have time for this.”
    “Where are you headed? I’ll drop you off.”
    “No, thanks.”
    “Don’t be so stubborn. I’m trying to help.”
    “I don’t need your help.”
    I slurred my words slightly. The pills were much stronger than I thought they’d be. Mr. Devereaux probably thought I was drunk.
    I looked behind me. I could still see the alleyway that led to my house in the distance. I hadn’t walked very far at all. I frowned. Taking a ride from Mr. Devereaux was a bad idea, but in my drugged-out state of mind I didn’t care.
    “Fine,” I conceded.
    Mr. Devereaux jumped out of his car and walked around to the passenger’s side. He opened the door for me. I slid in with difficulty. The car was tiny. I had to bend my injured leg. Despite the painkillers, a sharp stabbing pain shot through my knee.
    Mr. Devereaux took my crutches. With difficulty, he managed to fit them in the backseat. He slid behind the wheel beside me.
    “Where to?” he asked.
    I debated how to answer. I could tell him to drop me off at the park, but he’d want to know why I was hanging out in the park alone with a broken knee. It didn’t make sense and only led to more questions. None of which I had a good answer for.
    “I’m meeting a friend for dinner,” I lied. “She lives on the other side of the bridge in a cabin.”
    Mr. Devereaux’s attention turned on me sharply.
    “You’re friends with that old witch?”
    “You know her?”
    “No,” he said too quickly. “I just know her reputation.”
    “What’s her reputation?”
    “They say she’s killed two husbands. You’ve never heard about this?”
    “No.”
    “You need to get out more. When she moved to this town, it was all anyone could talk about. Some people think she might have had something to do with your husband’s death on account of her cabin being right near where his body washed up.”
    I swallowed hard and looked out the window. We weren’t moving.
    “I’m sorry,” Mr. Devereaux said. “I didn’t mean to be so crude about your husband’s death. I’m sure you’re still dealing with it. I can’t imagine losing my wife.”
    There was a strange catch to his voice as if he was trying to stifle laughter. Did he find the idea of his wife dying funny? I didn’t want to know.
    “How did she supposedly kill her husbands?” I asked, ignoring his comments about Tom.
    “Shot the first one; poisoned the second.” He said matter-of-factly as if it was common knowledge. “Of course, she got away with it. Never faced any charges and she made out like a bandit,” he continued. “Insurance paid out a pretty penny. She lives in a dump, but she’s loaded. She’s worth almost as much as I am.”
    If I was supposed to be impressed by his wealth, he was failing miserably. I couldn’t care less about his money.
    “You should stay away from her,” he said. “Let me take you somewhere. We could drive into the city. I know a really nice place where we can get a quiet dinner.”
    “No. I promised to meet her for dinner. I don’t want to break my promise.”
    Mr. Devereaux frowned. “I don’t feel comfortable dropping you off with that crazy woman.”
    “I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself.”
    He sized me up; his gaze lingered on my breasts.
    “I bet you can- take care of yourself, that is.”
    I didn’t like the tone of his voice. I just wanted to get to the cabin.
    “Let’s meet for dinner another time,” I said, affecting a low seductive voice. “We can drive into the city and have dinner. I’ll get someone to watch Aiden. We can make a night of it.”
    I wanted him to think I was planning on sleeping with him, though I had no intention of doing so. I just wanted him to take me to the cabin and leave me