All Good People Here

by Ashley Flowers

only fifty, his mind may have been failing him, but he seemed strong as ever.

Goodness

He gestured to a uniformed officer who had also magically appeared out of nowhere, a tall woman with big everything: big hands, big breasts, even her ears were big.

Omg???

The Wakarusa police station fit the town in which it served to a tee. It was small, provincial, and from the look of the faux-wood paneling on the walls and dingy green carpet of the lobby, it was clearly also stuck in the past.

Safe gaen police station

They were babies raising babies! And Krissy couldn’t handle a family. So some people thought that maybe, you know, she murdered January to escape motherhood, but chickened out before she could get to Jace.”

Woah

She knew, after overhearing Lacks and Townsend outside, that she needed to narrow her focus to just one,

And yet, the confirmation of it still felt like she’d been shot in the stomach. Disjointed thoughts tumbled through her brain. Not my baby. And Where’s Jace? And I need to act how they expect me to act.

“I just…I’ve been saving all summer but I don’t have enough. Not for this and for New York too.”

theres not going to be a new york you stupid slut

She shook her head. “Wait. Are you saying you wanna have this baby? You wanna—get married?” Billy gave her a look. “Well…yeah. Kris, you—you’re pregnant.”

Lol

Krissy wanted them both to just shut up. She wanted to punch, to hit, to shred something with her bare hands.

“That’s right. It’s why I can assure you the cases aren’t connected. The person who killed January couldn’t possibly have kidnapped Natalie Clark, because January’s murderer is dead.”

“Because he’d say things like I hate my fucking family. And, you know”—Eli shrugged—“I’d read between the lines.”

Lolol

Krissy couldn’t insist without telling him the truth, so eventually, she’d given in, though only after telling Sandy’s team there were to be no questions targeted at Jace.

Huh!

Wine helped dull the edges, but pills, she discovered, were best: Valium to get her through the days and sleeping pills for the nights.

Valium????

He glanced down the sidewalk in one direction then the other. “No. I don’t want to talk in public. You can come to my place.”

Murder loading

The kids are at sleepovers this Saturday, so I’m treating myself to a staycation! Want to get dinner at the hotel that night? Maybe face masks in the room after?

Gay shit loading

“Would you mind if I just tried—” Her voice cut out and suddenly she was leaning forward, pressing her lips against the spot between Krissy’s jaw and ear.

Told ya

Krissy didn’t hesitate before saying that she loved her back.

Omg sucks that shes gonna die soon

And Margot wanted to do just that: slice him up and serve him to the police on a silver platter.

But who asked you to do all this

Luke had always said he didn’t know Billy or Krissy. And he certainly hadn’t known January, so he would’ve had no reason to go to her dance recitals. But then why, in this photo that had clearly been taken after one of January’s performances, was Margot staring at him now?

Damn!

She’s been asking a lot about January. I’m afraid she’ll find out what really happened.”

When she hung up, instead of heading back to the kitchen for coffee, she got changed. She wanted to head out for Indianapolis as soon as possible.

Oh my god margot!!

found a lead to Wallace,” she said without preamble. “We need to tell state to get a search warrant for a storage unit in Waterford Mills.”

WE dont need to do anything!!!

Standing in front of her was Luke, her beloved uncle, her favorite person in the world. And in his hands was an enormous hunting rifle, aimed at Margot’s face.

Tough

“Luke Davies is a murderer, Margot. You’re living with a killer.”

Omg!

Jace, she decided to tell Luke the truth. Twenty-four hours later, Krissy was dead.

She wanted enough money to be able to afford a caregiver long term. On

WHAT ABOUT YOUR RENT

The fence wobbled violently beneath her weight,

Bring that up

As if to confirm it, he said, “I’m sorry. But I can’t let you leave.” Then he twisted the dead bolt into place.

All because of her—that bitch, slut, whore.

If ya nasty!

As he did, her head turned ever so slightly,

And then he looked away as he lifted her head and slammed it against the floor. It only took once for her to stop moving.

Jfc