Jackson lives in a small town of Montrose his whole life. After several bodies are found in the area, the police come to a conclusion that a serial killer is on the loose. The investigation has drawn the attention of the FBI, and their team soon put...
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Next evening at seven we see it worked just fine. The fucker has all the boxes by the door ready for us. Wade gives him his charming fake smile then turns to Lana who is nervously fidgeting by the door. Not looking at the guy at all. What's up with that?
"Hey sweetheart, go look around, see if he didn't forget anything, he doesn't mind, right?" Wade directs the last part to the guy.
Lana glances at Wade and then to her ex, who's staring at her, not looking pleased, at all. But he gives her a nod regardless. She moves to the apartment and we start to carry the boxes to my truck. Between the three of us, it doesn't take that much of a time to get it all down. I have to say, when she said a book collection, I didn't expect a whole town library. But whatever.
While Trevor and Wade are taking down the last two boxes I go look for Lana to let her know we are done. I find her in the bedroom, the door is slightly open but she doesn't see or hear me coming. She's moving around, packing some books from a shelf by the bed, she looks furious. I'm about to go in when the guy comes to the view. I find myself actually wanting to find out what's going on with them. So I stay hidden.
"...You know Anthony, I don't expect much from you these days, but to hide these, just to spite me? What the hell are you twelve?" She has the same tone she used when I pissed her off the first time I tried to talk to her about herself.
He laughs at her. "Me? I'm the immature one here? You left without a word, without a note, without a fucking text? Very adult Lana, very adult!"
"You know very well why I left, don't you try to pretend it came as a surprise to you!"
"Oh please, you should be thankful, not running away. Besides, I bet you secretly like a little rough play."
"Stop it! Even if I did, there is a difference between little rough and what you did!"
He snorts at her reply. "Ha, as if you would know that? But hey, seeing the charmers you get yourself now, I'm sure you'll find out soon enough just how rough you like it. Both of those white trash assholes there look like they can do the job just fine. So which one is it? Which one is the one you live with now?"
"None of your business!"
"Ha, so it is true, that's just precious! Do you all live together? You left me for some redneck hicks? You like playing their trashy wife. Hard to believe, if you ask me, with how prudish you are."
"No, I left you because you've been treating me like shit lately. Do you even listen to what you are saying? You changed," she snaps back. I'm starting to get an idea what happened here. With the drugs and all. I'm starting to get an idea about what a snobby asshole he is too. Keep talking you piece of shit, see where it'll get you.
I hear his sarcastic laugh. "Oh really, well let me laugh at you up front for what's waiting for you with these guys. Do you even know who you live with? You've been avoiding looking at me the whole time so you might somehow miss the state of my face? Their work! They even put a knife to my neck and for what? Some stupid fucking books? Get real! I have an important family dinner this weekend and because of you I'll have to cancel or go like this!"
