TWENTY-EIGHT
DAIRE WAS FINISHING up with the dishes. Tess considered going outside, but didn’t want it to appear like she was following Harry. Going to the bedroom wouldn’t achieve anything either.
Just like in the truck with Harry, instead of being silent for silent’s sake, she’d get answers instead.
“You want to tell me how you did it?” she asked, receiving no response. “You were there when my mom died. You were with her… You didn’t think that I’d be interested in that?”
“I thought you’d be dead before it ever came up.”
Another thorn in her crown. “You wanted him to kill me? Why not just do it yourself? You had opportunity.” She’d slept n***d next to him for a month, there’d been plenty of opportunities. Except he chose not to answer again. “You can at least tell me how you ended up
