As I whipped around, my reflexes threw my gun into my hand and my eyes involuntarily widened.
Amanda Chester.
In my investigation of The Circle, she had pretended to be her identical twin sister Abigail, who she had killed…rough family.
And here I was, facing her sultry murder eyes.
This was not good.
She had tucked her beautiful blond hair into a cowboy hat, but it was no denying it was her. LAPD had put together a massive manhunt to find her but only had bad tips to show for it (drunk Angelenos thought it was funny to report random blond women…).
I tried talking my way out of it, “What are you doing here?”
“Jack, Jack, Jack. What are we going to do with you?”
As she gloated, I could hear an idea forming in my head.
"Amanda, you know, I could have loved you in another life."
She looked at me.
Her sultry murder eyes turned, briefly, into sultry loving eyes.
I could see her thinking.
And in that moment... I shot her.