“You found it.” I looked up, startled by the sound of a voice. To my chagrin, Antoinette was standing in front of me with a gun in her hand. She was about six feet away from me, but I had a feeling she wouldn’t miss. She had an angry look in her eyes which was so unlike her usual vapid stare. She also looked as if she hadn’t slept in days. It made me wonder how much self-control it had taken her to get through the days while worrying about this hidden evidence at night. I remembered the pepper spray my dad had bought me which was sitting at the bottom of my purse as we spoke. I should have taken it as it would have come in handy, but too late for that now. “You couldn’t just let it go, could you? Fucking bitch.” Antoinette kept the gun trained on me, and there wasn’t a tremor to her hand. “Where did that asshole hide the shit?”
“In the filing cabinet,” I said numbly, my mind starting to shut down. I fought off the sense of terror, desperately trying to remain cognizant. It would do me no good to freak the hell out even though that’s what I felt like doing.
“Do you know how fucking gross it was to sleep with him?” Antoinette demanded, her eyes hard. “That tub of lard rubbing all over my body.” She shivered in remembered disgust, but didn’t move the gun.
“Why did you date him?” I asked, risking a question. I got the sense that she wanted to talk, and I wasn’t about to stop her. Hell, I’d encourage her to tell me her life story if it would keep me alive a few minutes longer.
“He said he’d promote me if I slept with him,” Antoinette replied. “I needed the extra money. It costs tons to go to school these days, even the U.”
“How did you meet Phillip?” I asked, throwing caution to the wind. I had a hunch that she would rather talk about Phillip than Eddie, and boy was I right.