“Look, Christine, Amy is just a friend, I swear to you! She has nothing to do with you and me. Nothing! You’ve got to believe me! I love you more than life!”
“I want to believe you, John! Don’t you see that?” she said, clenching her fist until her knuckles turned white.
“So why don’t you believe me?” I said. “What have I ever done to make you doubt me?”
She sighed.
“Did you copy the key to the CB3000?” she asked.
The question stumped me completely.
“Did I what?” I asked incredulously. “Why the hell would I do that?”
Christine actually smiled at that. “Oh, I can’t imagine, sweetie. What motive could you possibly have?” she asked sarcastically.
“Wait!” I said. “You think…”
She stood up and looked at me.
“Shut up, John, you’re really pathetic at lying,” she said dismissively. “Laura
