Chapter 47

What did she mean by that?” Lilly Richard Asked her husband, confused, after the police inspectors left the house.

Richard rush her way. He paces over to the large French doors leading out to the pacific.

“Idiots, He muttered. “Amateurs. Who the hell do they think they are leading with?

He felt Prickly, stabbing heat racing over his shoulders back. They were stupid, tiny-minded. Beetles. That’s why they were cops. If they had any brains, they will be doing what he was doing. Living high over the pacific.

“That’s why they dig landfill,” he replied distractingly. “A place for cops to feel at home.”

Lilly picked up the wedding photo from the coffee table and set it back in its rightful spot. “What did you do now,Richard ?”

Why did she always drive him to this? Why did she always need to know?

She came over, looked at him with those lucid, patient eyes.

As always his anger leaped up in a flash.

He didn’t even realize he had hit her.