The name of the game was
staying calm, and acting normal. That’s
the way she would survive today. And the
days to come, actually. Because when,
eventually, they showed up at her work place to question her co workers about
today, they could genuinely tell the police that Amber was her normal
self. No one would look at her now and
think, “You know, maybe she does have her ex-boyfriend, a man wanted for triple
homicide, hiding in her apartment. Maybe she really does still love him, and
she’ll do anything to help protect him.”
Granted, she doubted that anyone would be that perceptive, but she
didn’t even want a doubt in anyone’s mind once the suggestion was on their
radar. If things were going as planned,
at this very moment, Michael was packing away the list of things that Amber had
written out for him, and trashing the house up.
That last part had been his suggestion.
He wanted it to look like he had stolen her away, so that if things went
south, she could claim that she had nothing to do with it. They would leave tonight, in the middle of
the night, taking her car. They would
go—well, they hadn’t figured that part out quite yet, but they would go somewhere,
as far as they could.
Amber hadn’t asked Michael
if he had committed the crime. Michael hadn’t said if he had or hadn’t. Amber had a feeling that she didn’t want to
know.
She smiled, and greeted the
next customer. Staying calm and acting normal.
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