No longer just a string of sentences all from her own head. But a real deal. A real threat. A real feather in the proverbial cap.
So, Spencer did what she does best. Kill. And she was nervous, but not from second guessing. She was nervous because this excited her. Murder excited her. Aroused her. Gave her a rush like nothing else in this world. And, after tonight, it was going to make her kind of famous.
But could her lover, Ashley, carry the burden of Spencer's fame, play second fiddle to her new found wealth - and sleep with a murderess? This might be too complicated for Spencer to handle.