“Life insurance,” Alison said.

“What are you getting at?” Virgil lifts a brow.

“Aunt Karla is old, and—”

“Oh, no, you don’t!” Virgil said through his bared piano white teeth.

 “It’s about time she died,” Alison said. “Besides, she has the money we need. Life insurance.”

“Wait.” Virgil leaned in and whispered, “What are you saying? She should—”

“Die. Yes, that’s what I’m saying.”

“And that we should kill her?”

“So, it’s like this—”

“I know that look.”

“What look?” Alison batted her long lashes.

“I don’t know; that I’m an innocent damsel in distress look.” Virgil blew out his lips. “I can’t believe this. You want me to do your dirty work?”

Alison bit her fingernail, then said: “You make it sound worse than it is. I don’t want her murdered.” Alison paused. “Just like an accident kind of thing.”

“And why should I help you?” Virgil lifted a brow.

Alison folded her arms and shifted her weight to her back foot. “Because I know you killed your dad last summer.”

“I’m sorry; what?” Virgil said with perked ears and a screwed-up face. “I did no such—”

“Oh, stop the goodie-two-muthafuckin’-shoes act. I’ve got it on my phone.”

“Fine. You win. Let’s get this done and over.”

(© 2021 AC)

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