A Reason To Kill (Reason, #2)

by C.P. Smith

Honestly, I’d been a tad bit insulted when they asked me. I’m no killer, but if I were, I would have worn gloves, for pity’s sake. Everyone knows that’s rule number one, chapter one, in the Murder for Dummies handbook.

I wanted someone to see me—a girlie girl who hated bugs and couldn’t walk a straight line—and to love me because of those flaws, not in spite of them. That’s why I dated once or twice and moved on. No one saw me; they saw what they wanted to see. Boobs, ass, and hair. I’d wanted someone to see the whole package, not just my assets.

He was a pig, no, that’s not right, pigs are pink and cuddly, so it wasn’t fair to them to call Stetson a pig. Roach made more sense, slithering around, nasty, dirty—.