Lisa Jackson - Malice

I know Ive bent the rules and played around with the police department procedure just to keep my story moving; this book in no way reflects the actual police departments of Los Angeles, California, or New Orleans, Louisiana, or their procedures.

Culver City, a Suburb of Los Angeles
Twelve Years Earlier

S o youre not coming home tonight, is that what youre getting at? Jennifer Bentz sat on the edge of the bed, phone pressed to her ear, as she tried to ignore that all-too-familiar guilty noose of monogamy that was strangling her even as it frayed.

Probably not.

Ever the great communicator, her ex wasnt about to commit.

Not that she really blamed him. Theirs was a tenuous, if sometimes passionate, relationship. And she was forever the bad one, as she thought of herself, the adulteress. Even now, the scent of recent sex teased her nostrils in the too-warm bedroom, reminding her of her sins. Two half-full martini glasses stood next to a sweating shaker on the bedside table, evidence that she hadnt been alone. When, then? she asked. When will you show up?

Tomorrow. Maybe. Rick was on his cell in a squad car. She heard the sounds of traffic in the background, knew he was being evasive and tight-lipped because his partner was driving and could overhear at least one side of the stilted conversation.

Great.

She tried again. Lowered her voice. Would it help if I said I miss you?

No response. Of course. God, she hated this. Being the pathetic, whining woman, begging for him to see her. It just wasnt her style. Not her style at all. Men were the ones who usually begged, and she got off on it.

Somewhere in the back of her consciousness she heard a soft click.

RJ?

I heard you.

Her cheeks burned and she glanced at the bedsheets twisted and turned, falling into a pool of pastel, wrinkled cotton at the foot of the bed.

Oh, God. He knows. The metallic taste of betrayal was on her lips, but she had to play the game, feign innocence. Surely he wouldnt suspect that shed been with another man, not so close on the heels of the last time. Jeez, shed even surprised herself.

There was a chance he was bluffing.

And yet

She shuddered as she imagined his rage. She played her trump card. Kristi will wonder why youre not home. Shes already asking questions.

And what do you tell her? The truth? That her mother cant keep her legs closed? He didnt say it, but the condemnation was there, hanging between them. Hell, she hated this. If it werent for her daughter, their daughter

Im not sure how long the stakeout will be.

A convenient lie. Her blood began a slow, steady boil. You and I both know that the department doesnt work its detectives around the clock.

You and I both know a lot of things.

In her minds eye she saw him as he had been in the bedroom doorway, his face twisted in silent accusation as she lay in their bed. Sweaty, naked, she was in the arms of another man, the same man with whom shed had an affair earlier. Kristis biological father. Rick had reached for his gun, the pistol strapped in his shoulder holster, and for a second Jennifer had known real fear. Icy, cold terror.

Get out, hed ordered, staring with deadly calm at the two of them. Jesus H. Christ, get the hell out of my house and dont come back. Both of you.

Hed turned then, walked down the stairs, and left without so much as slamming the door. But his rage had been real. Palpable. Jennifer had escaped with her life, but she hadnt gone. She couldnt.

Rick hadnt returned. They hadnt even fought about it again. Hed just left.

Refused to answer her calls.

Until today.

By then it had been too late.

Shed already met her lover again. As much out of retribution as desire. Fuck it. No one was going to run her life, not even Rick-effin Bentz, superhero cop. So shed met the man who was forever in her blood.

Slut!

Whore!

The words were her own. She closed her eyes and hung her head, feeling lost. Confused. Never had she planned to cheat on Rick. Never. But shed been weak, temptation strong. She shook her head and felt black to the bottom of her soul. Who was she so intent on punishing? Him? Or herself? Hadnt one of her shrinks told her she didnt think she deserved him? That she was self-destructive?

What a load of crap. I just dont know what you want, she whispered weakly.

Neither do I. Not anymore.

She saw an inch of liquid remaining in one martini glass and drank it down. The noose tightened a notch, even as it unraveled. God, why couldnt it be easy with him? Why couldnt she remain faithful? Im trying, Rick, she whispered, gritting her teeth. It wasnt a lie. The problem was that she was trying and failing.

She thought she heard a muffled footstep from downstairs and she went on alert, then decided the noise might have been the echo in the phone. Or from outside. Wasnt there a window open?

Youre trying? Rick snorted. At what?

So there it was. He did know. Probably was having someone tail her, having the house under surveillance. Or worse yet, he had been parked up the street in a car she didnt recognize and had been watching the house himself. She glanced up at the ceiling to the light fixture, smoke alarm, and slow-moving paddle fan as it pushed the hot air around. Were there tiny cameras hidden inside? Had he filmed her recent tryst? Witnessed her as shed writhed and moaned on the bed she shared with him? Observed her as shed taken command and run her tongue down her lovers abdomen, and lower? Seen her laughing? Teasing? Seducing?

Jesus, how twisted was he?

She closed her eyes. Mortified. You sick son of a bitch.

Thats me.

I hate you. Her temper was rising.

I know. I just wasnt sure you could admit it. Leave, Jennifer. Its over.

Maybe if you didnt get off bustin perps and playing the superhero ace detective, maybe if you paid a little attention to your wife and kid, this wouldnt happen.

Youre not my wife.

Click.

He hung up.

Bastard! She threw the phone onto the bed as her head began to pound. You did this, Jennifer. You yourself. You knew youd get caught, but you pushed away everything you wanted and loved, including Kristi and a chance with your ex-husband, because youre a freak. You just cant help yourself. She felt a tear slither down her cheek and slapped it away. This was no time for tears or self-pity.

Hadnt she told herself that reconciliation with Rick was impossible? And yet shed returned to this house, this home theyd shared together, knowing full well it was a mistake of monumental proportions. Just as it had been when shed first said I do, years before.