The Corpse in the Closet (Riley Thorn #2)

by Lucy Score

“Calm the hell down,” Riley demanded through gritted teeth as she tried to pry Nick off the detective. “Do you require my assistance?” The deep baritone came from the large, impossibly muscular Black man in the doorway. “Stay out of this, Empire State Building,” Nick snarled. “I got it, Gabe,”

“And I don’t have feelings for Andy.” He took a breath and let it out. “Okay. That’s good. I can work with that. Maybe I don’t need to murder him with a salad fork and throw his body in the Susquehanna.” “That’s probably a good thing, because I think your sister can take you.” “She’s terrifying,” he agreed. “You’re sure you don’t have feelings for him?” Nick asked, sliding his hands up and down her waist. “Feelings? No. Fond memories? Yes.” He closed his eyes and growled. “Great. Now I want to kill him again.”

She was in love with him. He’d taken a bullet for her, punched her ex-husband in the face for her, and now he was calling out her grandmother on her bullying. Nick Santiago was the goddamn love of her life.

“How scary is this grandma, by the way?” “I keep expecting wings to sprout from between her shoulder blades so she can flap around the room biting people.”

Chelsea put down the shotgun, picked up a pink tufted pillow from the couch, and screamed into it.

“Death strips away everything we think is important only to reveal what actually is important,” Elanora said. “All souls remember their truth once the distortions of life begin to fade.” Riley blinked. “Wow. So even bad people become good souls?” “Something like that. The important lesson is to not wait for death to make you a good soul.