Kristin Johnson’s Reviews > Murder Deja Vu > Status Update

Reece looked at Jeraldine. “I’m here,” she said, then turned to the federal agent. “I’ll decide what he answers and what he doesn’t, Agent Larkins. Go ahead. Ask your questions.”

“Be careful about being too noble. It might come back to bite you in the ass.” Reece cocked his head toward his cuffed wrist. “Looks like I’ve already got teeth marks, in case you haven’t noticed.”

“Bubba?” “Yup. Bubba looks the opposite of what you’d expect a Bubba to look like, which is why he’s so good at what he does. Anyway, Bubba collected the trash and brought it to me. A police friend owed me a favor and put them through AFIS. My friend is as happy as a pig in..."

“What did I tell you about drinking too much?” she said, checking Reece’s vitals while he talked. “Nurse Ratched,” Reece said to Tobey. She sneered. “I’m a lot nicer than that movie witch, but my boss isn’t. She wouldn’t like it if my patient got nauseous from the anesthesia. Not with sutures in his chest.”

“Mean and grizzled,” Reece said. “Haven’t heard that one. Never thought of myself as mean or grizzled.”

“Don’t forget, I write suspense novels, but I doubt I could have thought of any scenario like the one I’m involved in now.”

“Why should you go to prison and be gang-raped by a bunch of Neanderthals? Or come close to dying when some psycho con almost bisects you? Your big brother could handle it, right? Is that what you thought?”

He remembered the sex. Good sex, but not love sex. Not an obsession either. He cared about her, though he wouldn’t have married her because things were missing in the relationship, even before he knew about the others.

“After spending a third of my life in prison, I have a right to know why you killed her. Then you can shoot me if you want.”

If he were home, he’d run the mountain roads to drive out his demons. But he wasn’t home. He was running from the police.