I took a step toward his Tesla and then stopped, narrowing my eyes at him. “You promise you won’t kill me?” He grinned. “I promise if I do, it’ll be quick and painless.” I did this to myself. “I’m going to take a picture of your license plate so if my body comes up missing, they’ll check your car for my DNA.” “I have bleach,” he returned immediately. Why was he being… it wasn’t nice, but more… not a total asshole?
