Rock the CradleChapter 11
“Do you really believe that you are going to get away with this?” Adelice asks as she sits on her knees, looking up at Miriam. “I already have,” she answers, pushing the pistol harder into the other’s forehead. “I bet that right about now you wish you were never jealous.” “No, not at all,” Adelice sneers. “But I do wish I had killed you myself instead of sending someone to do it for me.” “But didn’t,” Miriam laughs. “I guess in this case you snooze, you lose.” “And you don’t think the...