CHAPTER 10
Jenny parked her car a few blocks away from the apartment building. The clothes she had on were recently purchased from Goodwill: a tight-fitting beige V-neck sweater, pleated skirt, and two-inch heels. She was going for the librarian look. She would need to find out where to get more wigs like the red one she was wearing today. It was fine, but the selection at Goodwill had been too sparse for her needs.
She’d also bought a used computer from a guy on Craigslist because she planned on researching the people on her kill list—find out where they lived and what they were up to. If they lived out of state, she put them aside for now.
After everyone on her list was exterminated, she would destroy the computer. Although she sort of liked being a redhead and looked forward to being a blonde, she’d have to get rid of all the wigs and accessories, too.
In the center of the plate she carried was a chocolate cake. She’d made it herself using unbleached all-purpose flour, eggs, sugar, the best-quality dark chocolate she could find, rich European butter, and a healthy dose of cyanide.
Her shoes clacked against the cement stairs as she made her way to the third floor of the apartment building. She had checked out the place a few days ago. There were two cameras: one outside the main office and another one on the front of the building facing the main parking lot.
Standing outside Apartment 32B, she drew a deep breath, then rapped her knuckles against the door. As she waited, her heart pounded against her chest, a little bit harder with each passing second.
She’d been sitting in her car a block away, waiting and watching, when she saw Terri Kramer pull into the parking lot.
She knew Terri was home.
Jenny was about to knock again when the door opened. Terri Kramer in the flesh. She’d gained a few pounds since college, but overall she still looked young and confident. Her hair was darker than Jenny remembered and was cut short. She had big eyes and red, kissy lips stolen right off a Betty Boop comic strip.
Terri still looked the same, but Jenny didn’t. There was no possible way Terri would recognize her. She didn’t look anything like the Jenny Pickett from their college days.
“Hi! My name is Kasey Trumble, and I just moved into the apartment building last week. When I heard that a famous chemist lived in the building, I decided to bake a cake and take a minute to introduce myself.”
“I’m sorry,” Terri said. “I really don’t have time to talk right now. I’m rushing off for a business trip. Another day maybe?”
She’s not falling for it. I told you it was a dumb idea. You better get your ass inside that apartment before someone sees you.
“Oh, I see,” Jenny said. “I just thought since we’re both research chemists and being that you are everything I aspire to be, well . . . gosh, never mind.”
“You’re a chemist?”
Jenny nodded.
Terri bit down on her bottom lip. “I really am in a hurry. How about next week?”
“Does the trip you’re going on have to do with the antiaging serum you developed? If so, you better get your people to make sure your patent is airtight.”
The corners of Terri’s red bow lips turned downward. “Why do you say that?”
“Like I said, I’m a chemist. A woman I work with showed me a write-up on you in the Journal of the American Chemical Society. She swears on the Bible that she knew you in college and then worked with you at Pfizer, and that she came up with the formula first.”
Terri’s face turned a shade of green. “What’s her name?”
“Jenny Pickett.”
Jenny gave the news a minute to settle into Terri’s brain waves. Then she said, “Don’t tell me you really know Jenny Pickett?”
“I do,” Terri said. “Why don’t you come in and tell me what else she said.”
“Are you sure? I know you’re busy.”
“I’m sure, and, besides, that cake looks delicious.”
“Great,” Jenny said, making quick work of getting inside the apartment, relieved when Terri shut the door behind her. “I’ll just give you the details,” Jenny told her, “and then skedaddle out of here.”
Terri Kramer seemed to be in a daze, which was understandable, considering the news Jenny had just dumped on her.
Get this show on the road! Get some plates.
The apartment was small. The kitchen, dining, and living areas were all lumped together. Jenny pointed to the kitchen. “Where do you keep your dishes?”
Terri pulled two plates from a cupboard. “Would you like hot tea or milk?”
“Milk would be great,” Jenny said as she took a seat at one of four chairs surrounding the dining room table. There was no time for awkward silence. “Wait until you get a taste of this chocolate miracle. My grandmother passed the recipe on to me. It’s to die for.”
Really?
Terri seemed to be in her own world as she poured them both glasses of milk and then took a seat at the table across from Jenny. Since she hadn’t cut into the cake yet, Jenny took the knife and did the honors.
In a matter of minutes, Terri’s demeanor had transformed from a confident woman in a hurry to an apprehensive woman awaiting execution.
“Are you all right?” Jenny asked. “You look sort of pale. If it’s about Jenny Pickett, I wouldn’t worry too much about anything she says. Everyone at work thinks she’s a bit strange, if you know what I mean.”
“No, I guess I don’t understand.”
The cake. Make her eat the cake and then get out of here!
“Before I explain further,” Jenny said, “I insist you try a bite of chocolate heaven. I want to know what you think.”
Terri did as she was told. She nodded her approval and even took a second bite before chasing it down with some cold milk. “That is quite good.”
“I’m glad you like it.”
As Terri ate, Jenny rambled on, making up stories about her coworker. “Jenny is so reserved. Beyond reserved, really. Strange, like I said. She doesn’t have any friends that I know of. She brings a brown paper bag lunch to work and keeps to herself.”
Terri shrugged as she took another bite and followed it with a sip of milk. “I’ve met a lot of chemists over the years and most seem to be introverted.”
“Really?”
Terri nodded. “I don’t think Jenny Pickett ever realized how brilliant she really was and is.”
“Brilliant?”
“Definitely. But the one thing she always lacked was confidence. It was sad, really, the way she let people walk all over her.” Terri took another bite. “This cake is delicious—dense but so moist.”
“I’ll give you the recipe before I go.”
What’s taking so long? Why isn’t she dying? Don’t tell me you fucked this up.
“Shut up,” Jenny said under her breath.
“What?”
Jenny touched her throat. “Sorry, I was just trying to clear a tickle.”
It was quiet for a moment. Terri had put her fork down and appeared to be staring at her plate.
“I’m sorry if I upset you. I never should have told you about Jenny Pickett in the first place.”
“No, I’m glad you did.”
“You didn’t really steal the formula from her, did you?”
Terri looked across the table at Jenny. There was a defeated look about her. “I think I need to call Jenny. You wouldn’t happen to have her phone number, would you?”
“Why? What would you tell her?”
“I would tell her—” Terri put a hand to her chest. “I don’t feel good.” She pushed her chair away from the table and stood. “You’ll have to excuse me. I think I’m going to be sick.”
Jenny watched her stagger away. She got halfway across the living area before beginning to topple. She took hold of a cushioned chair and was able to fall gracefully back on the carpeted floor. As she lay faceup, her gaze fastened on the ceiling, the muscles in her body contracted and then relaxed, again and again, until finally her legs and arms began to shake uncontrollably.
The next few minutes were excruciatingly long. Jenny didn’t move from her seat. She just wanted it to be over.
Quit being a baby. You’re finally sticking up for yourself. She deserves to die, and you deserve to watch her do it.
Another moment passed before Jenny stood and walked over to Terri. She hovered over her, knowing she couldn’t leave until she was certain Terri was dead.
Terri stopped shaking long enough to reach both arms upward toward Jenny. “Please help me.”
Jenny’s plan had been to pull off her wig and reveal herself while she watched Terri die. Jenny had even gone out of her way to look into the mirror and practice what she would say: Who’s the clever one now? Who has the last laugh? But she couldn’t do it. She walked back to the kitchen and picked up the phone, ready to dial 911.
Don’t be stupid. The bitch stole your formula and took all of the credit. If she had any respect for you, she would have contacted you months ago. Nobody likes you. Brandon treated you like a whore. The people on your list all treated you like trash. It’s time to stand up for yourself. It’s time to take control.
Jenny looked over her shoulder at Terri and saw that she was no longer moving.
She set the phone down and slowly, methodically retrieved gloves and a plastic bag from her purse. She took all the dishes from the table. Poured out the milk, washed and dried every dish, wiped fingerprints from the phone, table, and chairs. She dumped the cake along with the plate into the plastic bag, making sure to seal it tightly before putting it inside her oversized bag. When there was nothing left on the table or in the sink, she wiped down all the furniture one more time. She then removed and folded the gloves, tucked them into her bag along with everything else. She peeked out the peephole to make sure nobody was outside. It was all clear.
She stretched the sleeves of her sweater over the fingers of her right hand, making sure not to leave prints on the door handle. And then she dared one last look at Terri, whose eyes were wide open. One thin trickle of blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.
It’ll get easier. I promise.