Page 17 of Deadly Sins: Lust

He raised his hands. “All right, all right. Just stop ... okay?”

“Turn the car off.”

He complied.

“Why did you run?”

“I knew it. Iknewthis would happen.”

“Knew what would happen?” I asked.

His eyes darted in every direction, paranoid, like he was searching for something orsomeone.

“Where is he—waiting for me to get off work? I had no idea. Okay?”

Apparently, I didn’t either.

“He, ahh, just wants to talk,” I said.

“Yeah, right, before he has me beaten up or worse, right? I know why you’re here. I don’t want any hassles. Tell Mr. Ashby I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

It was a confession, just not the one I expected. “Unlock the door so we can talk.”

“How do I know you won’t—”

“I won’t.”

He smeared the sweat off his brow and unlocked the side door. I got in.

“I’m going to be honest with you, okay?” I said. “And then I want you to be honest with me. Deal?”

He nodded.

“I don’t know who Mr. Ashby is.”

“Then why have you been following me all day?”

“I haven’t been.”

He wrapped his hands around the steering wheel, kneading it. “I’m losing it.”

“I want to talk to you about Marissa Calhoun.”

“Who?”

“The girl who died in the lagoon. You met her at the bachelorette party a couple nights ago.”

“I, yeah, I did.”

“All I want to know is what happened on the night she died. I’m trying to piece it all together.”

“I don’t want to talk about it. I want to forget it ever happened and move on.”

“Forgetwhathappened?”

“You don’t know?”

I shook my head. “Start from the beginning.”