Bad Date

by Ellery Lloyd

Just as, all evening, I have been pretending not to know that it is Fay Roper who is sitting across the table from me.

I could have called the police, I suppose. Told them my suspicions. Handed over my son to the criminal justice system. Sacrificed my life, my career. I did not. Instead, I bought another suitcase.

Wolf isn’t aware that he was catfished and brainwashed into killing the men his mother loved.

Well, what better place to dump them than the back garden of the man who had masterminded their murders?

“I know,” he hisses, sending flecks into the air. “I know what you are. You’ve been lying to me.”