"Rehab. For you."
The click of the hammer being drawn back was loud as a gunshot itself.
Elena's fingers wrapped around her mug. The ceramic was warm. Her blood was ice.
"I'm running for us. But you have to decide right now." He stood, walked toward her, stopped when the revolver rose again. "You can shoot me. Or you can come with me. Flight leaves at 6 a.m. We'll be in the air before Ray even knows we're gone." crazy in love ralph ford pdf
Ray stood, tossed two bills on the table. "Then I hope you're a better shot than he is a liar."
The diner's bell jingled. Elena's heart slammed against her ribs.
Her hand shook. The rain hammered the roof. In the silence between them, Elena heard something she hadn't heard in years: the sound of her own heartbeat, unafraid. "Rehab
Then Elena lowered the weapon. She set it on the table, picked up the folder, and walked to the door.
She left him standing in the living room, the cigarette burning down to his fingers, the seashell dish holding nothing but ash.
"I'm not going to Costa Rica," she said. The ceramic was warm
"You look like hell, Elena."
"Drugs are the excuse. The money is the escape." He opened the folder. Inside were photographs—a beach house in Costa Rica, a boat, a passport with a different name. "Cora is an identity forger. Best in the state. She's not my mistress, Elena. She's my ticket out."