did.”
Anger surged through me.
“You left me there.”
“I was terrified.”
“You left me to die.”
“I know.”
Her voice broke.
“And I’ve hated myself every second since.”
The officer stepped closer.
“Why come here now?”
Ashley looked at me.
“Because I found out Michael planned to kill me next.”
Silence.
She opened the phone again.
There were messages.
Michael had sent them only hours after my supposed funeral.
It’s done.
Then:
You know too much.
And finally:
Meet me tonight.
I looked at the officer.
“He’s going to kill her.”
The officer nodded.
“Not if we move first.”
That night, the police arrested Michael Carter outside the same funeral home where he had mourned his supposedly dead wife.
He arrived expecting Ashley.
Instead, officers surrounded his car.
He tried to run.
He didn’t get far.
When they put handcuffs on him, he kept repeating the same words.
“You
