Over. (This. Is. Not. Over. #2) by Shannon Dianne Read Free Book Online

and closing her eyes, entwining her fingers within Nat’s. What a fucking drama queen. I swear, she’s as bad as Gramps.
    Damn, I’m hungry. No, wait, I’m starving.
    “When I get home I’m heading straight for the chips and dip.” I say.
    “I bet you are.” Malcolm says smiling.
    “Want a Mentos?” Winnie says holding up her handbag.
    “No thanks.” I say. I’m not eating a Mentos from Winnie’s handbag! For all I know it could be laced with arsenic. No, I won’t be eating another Mentos from Winnie until I have it lab tested first.
    Malcolm, Winnie and Jacob start talking about Hilton Head, the decorations around the Sea Pines Resort, the Christmas trees they’ll have to find, the local vendors who sell ornaments and on and on and on they talk.
    But something is off. I can just feel it.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Danielle
    3:15 a.m
     
    Everyone else in the limo all stay in the same condo building so I was the first stop.
    Thank God because something is wrong with them.
    “Okay, I’ll see you when you get back.” I say to Malcom as we stand in front of the elevator in my condo building. He looks at me for a moment, runs his eyes over my face and then takes his cell phone out of his pocket.
    “Sorry, the fire commissioner just sent me a message.” He says as he starts punching into it.
    “Liar!” I scream out with conviction of a Baptist minister. Malcolm eases his eyes up to me and starts to scan my face again before he smiles and chuckles. I’m not stupid Malcolm; I know you’re text is in regards to my murder.
    “You’ve got a contact high. In fact, I think that it’s the worse that I’ve even seen.” He laughs again.
    “Murderer!”
    “Is everything okay Ms. Rouge?” I can hear Nell from the front desk ask.
    “Why is that Attorney Blair?” A voice says from a few yards away. Guess who. Mr. Fulton. Malcom and I look up to see Mr. and Mrs. Fulton walking into the building. It’s three in the morning, what the hell are their old asses doing out this late? Strange. Very strange. Almost looks staged, doesn’t it?
    “The Fultons! It’s pretty late isn’t it?” Malcolm says as he smiles at them, ignoring my murderer accusation. “Just coming back from the club?”
                  “Attorney Blair,” Mr. Fulton says as he pulls his wife along, his face lit with glee. “I was just talking about you, young man!”
                  “Uh, oh.”
                  “No, no. Just now at our Poker Tournament,” (Gramps mentioned poker!) “we were all talking about Rossi and how he has the nerve to be entering the GOP race pretty soon. We started talking about him being full of doo-doo and then your name came up.”
                  “Well, good.”
    “Hello, doll.” Mrs. Fulton says to me as she and her husband reach the elevator. She comes over to hug me and then walks over to Malcolm to kiss him on the cheek. “Mmm … your smell is divine.”
    Malcolm sneaks a wink at her and she giggles.
                  “What happened there?” Mr. Fulton asks as he points to Malcolm’s cheek.
    “I was involved in an intense basketball game.” Malcolm says with his eyes narrowed, his face in mock seriousness.
    “Well I hope you won.”
    “Of course I did. Actually, Danielle was there to watch it all happen. She and a few friends of hers were the cheerleaders for my team. They had their skirts, their pompoms, they made up their own dance … we all had a lot of fun.”
    “Oh yeah? Good. Now back to Rossi, we’re trying to make sure you aren’t being used here. You know, for your connections.” Mr. Fulton says to Malcolm as we all walk onto the elevator. So this is how it’s going to go huh? Malcolm has asked Mr. and Mrs. Fulton to help him murder me. I swear, you can’t trust anyone these days.
                  “Danielle!” I hear Winnie scream out. The sound of her voice, aggravates my already anxious nerves