Gone-Girl-by-Gillian-Flynn

said. ‘Not gonna bite you.’
The woodshed was lit up by several portable lights, making it look even
more ominous.
‘When’s the last time you been in here, Nick?’
‘I came in here very recently, when my wife’s treasure hunt led me here.
But it’s not my stuff, and I did not touch anything—’
Tanner cut me off: ‘My client and I have an explosive new theory—’
Tanner began, then caught himself. The phony TV-speak was so incredibly
awful and inappropriate, we all cringed.
‘Oh, explosive, how exciting,’ Boney said.
‘We were about to inform you—’
‘Really? What convenient timing,’ she said. ‘Stay there, please.’ The door
hung loose on its hinges, a broken lock dangling to the side. Gilpin was
inside, cataloging the goods.
‘These the golf clubs you don’t play with?’ Gilpin said, jostling the
glinting irons.
‘None of this is mine – none of this was put there by me.’
‘That’s funny, because everything in here corresponds with purchases
made on the credit cards that aren’t yours either,’ Boney snapped. ‘This is,
like, what do they call it, a man cave? A man cave in the making, just waiting
for the wife to go away for good. Got yourself some nice pastimes, Nick.’ She
pulled out three large cardboard boxes and set them at my feet.
‘What’s this?’
Boney opened them with fingertip disgust despite her gloved hands.
Inside were dozens of porn DVDs, flesh of all colors and sizes on display on
the covers.
Gilpin chuckled. ‘I gotta hand it to you, Nick, I mean, a man has his needs
—’
‘Men are highly visual, that’s what my ex always said when I caught him,’
Boney said.
‘Men are highly visual, but Nick, this shit made me blush,’ Gilpin said. ‘It
made me a little sick, too, some of it, and I don’t get sick too easy.’ He spread
out a few of the DVDs like an ugly deck of cards. Most of the titles implied
violence: Brutal Anal, Brutal Blowjobs, Humiliated Whores, Sadistic Slut