Zanders POV

I hear the floor creak and look over to the window, finding Kelly in full FBI gear creeping up on the front porch. She motioned for me to stay quiet. She looks down and sees Eric/Weston is dead on the floor. Motion my head toward the bedroom, Kelly nods in understanding. She pushed open the window and crawled in looking for signs of the crazy baby maker.

“Where is she?”

“Changing into a wedding dress.”

Kelly looks at me like, ‘WTF?’

“She’s crazy. She thinks I’m going to marry her. What took you so long?”

Kelly looked at me like I am stupid, “Doing my taxes.”

Silence.

“Moron....