Chapter 293

“It doesn’t matter anyway,” Mason said, slumping back in his chair and taking a drink of the cold ale. “I think I’ve fucked it up too completely to fix.” “But have you at least tried?” Declan asked. Mason didn’t answer because he didn’t know if the email he sent this morning was going to do anything to win Lisa back. “What happened, man? Everything seemed to be going so well.” This from Barry and the compassion in his eyes broke Mason. “I was an idiot,” he said. “I told her everything and then didn’t trust her enough. I accused her of betraying me. She’s an author, did you guys know?” Everyone except Declan looked stunned. “She writes under a pen name, A.A. Abernathy.” “The horror writer? That’s Lisa?” Jonathon asked, his eyes wide. Mason nodded. “Remember when I first met her and I told you she was doing some suspicious shit, like dragging Persian carpets down to the dumpster?” They nodded. “Turns out they were pig carcasses. She was butchering them in her apartment, working out how y