Jennifer hadn’t said a word. Wallace knew she was frightened. He’d always known when something frightened her.
He hadn’t meant to kill Kyle. He’d watched that boy grow up, just as he had Reggie. But to know…
More than a decade. She’d been sleeping with that boy for more than a decade. He was…way too young for Jennifer.
Hell, Kyle was Reggie’s age.
She should have known better.
“Why? Why did you sleep with him?” Wallace asked.
“Because of Jody. Remember that little whore?”
It took him a moment, but he finally remembered. She’d been a CNA in her thirties, a good ten, twelve years ago. “Why?”
“If you could sleep around for decades, why shouldn’t I?”
He started to say something but couldn’t. She was right. He couldn’t argue with that. “What you did to L—Izzie?”
“Who do you mean, Wallace? Our daughter Elizabeth Rosemary? Or that little whore you screwed around with who was blackmailing you?”
Screwing with Izzie? He wouldn’t…he hadn’t…
He stared at her, gun clutched in his hand as he drove with the other. “I never slept with that little girl. I wouldn’t. She…she’s our…dau—” He bit off what he was going to say. She wouldn’t understand. He knew it.
Then again, he didn’t understand Jennifer anymore, either.
“Sure, you didn’t. You were always a fool where your dick was concerned. I led you around by it for years until I decided, what you did, I could do, too. Kyle wasn’t the first.”
Wallace tried to fight the rage. He did.
This woman…he didn’t know her at all. “What else have you done to Lizzie, Jennifer?”
“Lizzie? Can’t you even remember her name? Or have you slept with so many bitches you can’t even remember their names?”
Wallace struck out, the hand clutching the gun slammed into her cheek. She cried out.
Something…something in him just cracked.
Wallace knew exactly what he had to do.
It was time to end this, just as he’d planned.
Only this time…he’d do what he had to do to protect Lizzie. The way he always should have before.