Chapters (55)
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- PROLOGUE
- CHAPTER 1
- CHAPTER 2
- CHAPTER 3
- CHAPTER 4
- CHAPTER 5
- CHAPTER 6
- CHAPTER 7
- CHAPTER 8
- CHAPTER 9
- CHAPTER 10
- CHAPTER 11
- CHAPTER 12
- CHAPTER 13
- CHAPTER 14
- CHAPTER 15
- CHAPTER 16
- CHAPTER 17
- CHAPTER 18
- CHAPTER 19
- CHAPTER 20
- CHAPTER 21
- CHAPTER 22
- CHAPTER 23
- CHAPTER 24
- CHAPTER 25
- CHAPTER 26
- CHAPTER 27
- CHAPTER 28
- CHAPTER 29
- CHAPTER 30
- CHAPTER 31
- CHAPTER 32
- CHAPTER 33
- CHAPTER 34
- CHAPTER 35
- CHAPTER 36
- CHAPTER 37
- CHAPTER 38
- CHAPTER 39
- CHAPTER 40
- CHAPTER 41
- CHAPTER 42
- CHAPTER 43
- CHAPTER 44
- CHAPTER 45
- CHAPTER 46
- CHAPTER 47
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“And the shirt you cleaned up with?” Marino boldly powers forward. “Did she have it on when you first saw her?” He assumes the girls removed the shirt from the body, but they shake their heads, no, and they don’t look unnerved.
They don’t look the least bit frightened or unhappy anymore.
“It was in the bushes where the thing was. It scared me and made me sick.” Anya points.
“Hmm,” Marino frowns. “I’m wondering if it’s the same bushes where we just found it.”
“All I did was see what it was. And then something was in there.” Her eyes suddenly widen behind her glasses. “It tried to kick me and I screamed.”
“Who do you think it was?” Marino asks as if her comment was normal.
“It might have been a deer.”
“And maybe she heard it too as she was riding past, and it scared her. So she wrecked.”
“Did you actually see a deer?” I ask.
“I heard it,” Anya says excitedly. “I heard it running away.”
“What about you?” Marino asks Enya.
“I heard it too!” she exclaims the way kids do when they realize everyone is eager to hear a story they’re telling. “I heard it run away in the dark, and then the policeman got here.”
“So let me make sure I get this straight,” Marino says. “You heard something run out of the bushes, and then Investigator Barclay showed up. You got any idea how many minutes passed between when you heard the commotion in the bushes and when Barclay got here?”
“One minute,” Enya says.
“I don’t know,” Anya chimes in.
“One minute and I don’t know?” Marino looks at both of them. “Which is it?”
“Maybe more than one minute. I don’t know.”
“I was scared and then he was walking toward us. Are we in trouble?” Enya looks uncertain again.
“Now why would you be in trouble?” Marino asks.
“I don’t know.”
“Hmm.” He pauses, puts on the big act of entertaining an unhappy thought. “Wait a minute. Hold the phone. Have you done something I don’t know about? Something that you’re worried might get you in trouble?”
Technically, the answer is yes. It appears they’ve tampered with a crime scene and perhaps tried to abscond with an expensive phone taken from a dead person. Even if they borrowed it initially, it would appear they intend to keep it unless there’s a better explanation for what happened to it. But I think it’s safe to say they won’t be held accountable—nor should they be. I’m not sure they know better.