What should I do now? The evidence of my actions seemed to be piling up; the necklace, Laura, and now the timing of the murder. I couldn't find the right words to express my thoughts. Eric sat on the giant rock big enough to occupy the whole room. It was the only dry and clean place in the jungle, a small pond next to the rock. He just lay there relaxingly.
Desperate for answers, I asked Eric, "Does this mean she knows I committed the murder?"
He looked at me knowingly, his face calm but serious. He reached into his pants pocket and took out my mom's necklace, a chilling reminder of the potential consequences. "If she sees this," he said quietly, "she could have you arrested immediately."
My mind raced, searching for a solution, but none seemed within reach. I sank down next to Eric on
