Chapter 13
Angie was lying in bed, unsure of what to think. She would never have called her and Joanna Rivers friends. But they had been through so much together. She thought if Joanna hadn’t had her eye on Marcus for so long, they would have probably gotten along just fine.
And now she was dead.
She knew Marcus was feeling guilty over what happened and she couldn’t blame him. She felt terrible herself.
What if Marcus is locked up for those murders? That can’t happen, though. He had nothing to do with them. We were in town when they happened. Nixon can’t be that ignorant, can he?
She wasn’t so sure.
She cried herself to sleep, though it was barely anything resembling sleep. She woke up a few hours later. The sun had gone down. Her tears had stopped.
Angie was just beginni
