Emile
“What happened after Kay and Matt took me to the car?” I asked. For my sanity, I needed to know the whole story.
“Matt drove off with you, and Kay went back for a guy in the field; I think he was the photographer. Tall, dark curly hair, well built... “ Peter started. I nodded. She went back for the damn photographer. I couldn’t help the pang of jealousy I felt.
So Matt left her there; my jaw clenched. I had a bone to pick with him; how could he just leave her? I expected better of him; all of this could have been avoided had he just taken her with him.
“She found him dead,” Peter continued. I felt bad, the guy didn’t deserve to die, and it must have been traumatizing for Kay to find him. “Then she headed to her car; I suspect she was shot in the leg, she dragged her left leg sl
