‘Why is that?”
“It makes me think I might be more like her than I want to be.”
“You’re not like her. Trust me.”
“Thanks, I appreciate that. The next question is why did Phoebe lie to me? Do you think it’s possible she actually did it?”
“Anything’s possible, but I wouldn't have picked her for that kind of violence. Screw him over in the divorce? Yeah. Maybe even shooting somebody, but that was a brutal scene.”
“Harry Lee thinks she could have.”
“From what I hear, he knows brutal, and he knows the current version of Phoebe better than I do. Maybe I’m the one letting my feelings get the best of me.”
“You still have feelings for her?”
“No, I do like to feel my judgment is better than to be dating murderous psychopaths.”
“You’re dating me.”
“You’re not a murderous psychopath.”
“I killed four people.”
“Every one of them had it coming.”
“Depends on who you ask. The little goth chick in the parking lot has me down as a cartel hitwoman.”
“I wouldn’t worry about her. She’s just looking for some attention.”
Margot sat up and found her phone.
“What are you doing?”
“I just thought I’d check something.”
“Are you going to look up Cassandra’s Coastal Crime Alert?”
Margot didn’t reply as she typed ‘Cassandra’s Coastal Crime Alert’ into the search engine on her phone.
“Is that a yes or no?”
“Shit,” Margot said as she found Cassandra's YouTube channel.
‘What’s wrong?”
“If she wanted attention, she got it. This video has over ten thousand hits and it’s going up.”
“Seriously?”
“Look for yourself.”
Radcliff took the phone and saw the video entitled, ‘Is this disgraced former cop turned sleazy P.I. actually the feared cartel assassin known as the Viuda Negra?’
“Black widow?” Radcliff asked as he spit out the English translation, “Is that really a thing?”
“Ten thousand people think so.”
“Actually, eleven thousand now.”