X Marks The Stalker: A Dark Romantic Comedy (The Hemlock Society Book 1)

by K.N. Wilder

We wait until the police car disappears from our rearview mirror before either of us speaks. “Danny DeVito birthmark?” Xander asks, pulling back onto the road. “It was the first thing that came to mind,” I admit. “On my left buttock.” “I panicked! I needed something specific enough to sound convincing. Better than telling him there’s a dead body in the trunk that I killed with a decorative fish,” I point out. “Fair,” he concedes. “Though I’m curious about how you picture me with a Danny DeVito birthmark.” “I was worried about the trunk, not your hypothetical butt art,” I say, slumping back. “Would you have preferred I tell him about your actual hobbies? Stalking and murder?” “Point taken,” he says, a hint of amusement creeping into his voice. “Though for the record, I don’t cry in movies.” “That was the one detail that bothered you?” I laugh, feeling almost giddy with relief. “How about the emotional trauma from your childhood hamster’s death?” “Mr. Whiskers would have wanted me to move on,” he says.