The Last But Definitely Not The Least

The ringing of his phone roused him from sleep.

“Hello?” His voice was groggy.

“I know what you did.” The voice was distorted.

The sleep fled from James' eyes.

“Who are you?”

“So you can kill me like you killed Richards? Fat chance.”

“What do you want?” James asked.

The line suddenly went dead.

“Oh boy,” James muttered.

***

Amanda was home alone, by the pool, when James arrived.

“It was you, wasn't it?”

“I'm sorry what?” She asked, taking off her shades.

“Oh, now you wanna play dumb?”

“James, if you think I have time for your shenanigans, I do not. Never. Especially now that your accomplice, Richards has gone missing. Or are you gonna tell me you have nothing to do with that?”

***

“How could we have kept ourselves from this?” Rico muttered, in bed, kissing the back of Jessi's neck.

“You, kept us from this,” she corrected, turning to face him.

“Touche,” he conceded, planting a kiss on her lips; one to which she willfully obliged.