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While Ethan is trying to get the truth out of Chip, aka the Florida Mangler, he is doing his best to get a rise out of Ethan and Vinny. Who will emerge victorious? See what's happening in this week's chapter of Bad Karma and the Family Plan. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!
“I’m not going to dignify your stupidity with an
answer,” Ethan said in a voice filled with disdain. “You’re just a
shit-disturber, Chip, and you know it. You think you’re someone special because
you killed some poor innocent people and managed to make it into the news. You made
headlines all across the country and you even got your picture on national TV. You made people frightened of you
and the idea of what you might do to them. So they dubbed you the Florida Mangler. You
think that’s something to be proud of?” Ethan snorted. “You know that there are
serial killers out there a lot smarter than you are. How do I know that?
Because they’re still out there and you’re here.” He waved his arms to
encompass the small room in which we sat.
“Not for long, dickhead,” Chip replied, but I got
the feeling his bravado sounded a little forced.
“You tell yourself that, Chip. But DNA doesn’t lie.
And neither does Vinny.”
Chip laughed. “And when I tell them he’s my lover,
what then? A jilted lover at that. Who will believe him then.”
His words both angered me and wounded me, probably
at the idea that people might actually believe I would ever have anything to do
with this scumbag. Before I could respond, Ethan had taken the ball and run
with it.
“Vinnie with a piece of shit like you?” He shook his
head. “Vinnie’s way out of your league. No one would believe that for a minute.
Not to mention you put him in your trunk.” I felt Ethan’s hand tighten in mine,
and I realized what self-control he must be exerting not to fly across the
table and beat that asshole right there and then. “Do you treat all your
so-called dates that way?”
“Only the special ones.” Chip’s smile was chilling
as he turned toward me. “Aren’t you afraid you might end up like your little
buddy? Eva May? Eva April? What was her name again? Oh yes, Eva June.”
This time Ethan gripped me a little more tightly.
But surprisingly I wasn’t about to react in any violent way. He wasn’t worth
it.
“You got to her when she was the most vulnerable.
You made her believe you were someone you weren’t, gained her confidence and
then took her life. That’s nothing to be proud of, Chipper, now is it?”
Chip’s smile faltered just a little more before he
turned toward Ethan, nodding his head to indicate me. “See why I love him so?
He’s such a wit.”
“And yet you can’t have him,” Ethan replied. “Sucks
to be you.” He quickly changed the subject before Chip lost his temper and
turned even more petulant than he was. No telling what this mercurial menace
might do, including concluding our interview. If he decided we were out, there
would be nothing we could do about it.
“So, how did you convince Caroline that you were
William Faulkner, the director?”
To my surprise, Chip smirked.
to be continued
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