C22 Chapter Twenty Two

Unusual Suspects

WE LAY ON Bridgette's bed staring up at the ceiling and listening to the silence for over an hour before I finally found the courage to ask the question I feared most. "How do you feel? About Ash killing Bradley?"

She didn't turn to face me, but I watched her profile as she answered, her blond hair spread out behind her like Sleeping Beauty. "I'm glad he died