CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
Foolish HeadsKit whirled like a banshee, writhing and twisting as her body clattered against hard limbs.
“Stop!” The familiar cadence of the voice sucked the air from her lungs, and her arms and legs turned to jelly. He held her around the waist as she registered his presence and ceased struggling. When he set her down on the grass, her knees collapsed and her fingers dug into the loamy soil.
“She attacked me.” Jen rolled onto her stomach, blood sputtering from her nose and mouth.
“She killed Debbie.” Hatred radiated from Kit’s eyes as she glared at Jen’s prone body.
“Rubbish!” Jen spat grass chippings and blood from between her lips.
“You’re under arrest!” Exasperation hissed through Jackson’s words as he strode to the steps and used his handcuffs on Jen. He kicked
