Chapter 2

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THE NEXT MORNING. I sent Gina several articles and short stories I'd written over the past couple of years. Okay, most of the work was plagiarized, but I'm running on a timeline. It's not like everyone at the Seattle Times is innocent of plagiarism. I'd read several articles that matched the New York Times' content verbatim or even the Washington Post.

I sat at the computer, tapping my fingers on the desk, waiting for Gina's phone call. For some reason, I thought she'd call right away. I mean, she had the proof that I'm a good writer, at least better than most. I switched between drinking coffee and clasping my hands as if to pray.

"Hello!" I said, fumbling the phone to my ear.

"Woah... Been expecting a call?" Gina laughed.

"Get my files?"

"I did. You got the job."

I held the mouthpiece inches from my face to let out a sigh. "That's good news."

"We will need a resume and references for your employment file, though."

"Sounds good, Gina." After I hung up the phone, I copied and pasted a resume I'd found online. I just switched the names. No way in hell I'm giving this bitch my real information.

"Hey, babe?" Pam said.

"I didn't hear you come in," I said.

"I want you to meet my daughter, Angie."

The girl was 18-years-old and drop-dead gorgeous

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The girl was 18-years-old and drop-dead gorgeous. I swallowed a lump in my throat, and we exchanged pleasantries. I caught a glance of Angie anytime Pam ranted about some bullshit at work or gossiped about a friend. I remember thinking I'd never want to be on the other end of her gossip. Angie gave me a cocky wink and a confident smile. I thought she was interested in me and it was just plain wrong, right?

TWO WEEKS LATER, Pam introduced me to her parents. We chatted about my past, which I totally made up when a breaking news report popped on the screen. Investigators found a mother and her four children murdered in an upscale home in the suburbs of Chicago. 

"Oh, my god," Pam said, throwing her hand to her mouth

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"Oh, my god," Pam said, throwing her hand to her mouth.

"Maybe he just got tired of hearing the bitching," Steven Parker (Pam's dad) said.

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