Chapter 10
The next morning, Toby had left the cottage before me. We showered and had breakfast together. Then we took a short walk through the woods and along the lake, holding hands in the rain. I watched him drive away, into the storm: taillights dim in the morning’s fog, a backwards wave from the cab of his truck, a short horn blared his goodbye.
I walked back inside the cottage and…thought of what crime I was about to commit that evening: bogusly seducing Kalin McCane, slicing his neck open with my pinkie finger and its sharp nail, bleeding him out, drinking the finest juice from his veins, murdering him, and leaving his lifeless body behind for my lover to clean up and tend to. It seemed preposterous, but it wasn’t. The devised plan would prove real. Nothing fictitious. In a matter
