ASHER
The b***h was there. I could hear her humming a tune to herself as though she had no care in the world. She was probably brushing her hair, trying on clothes, putting on makeup or doing one of the hundred stupid things she did in her free time.
Sure enough, as I threw the door to her room open, she was painting her nails. She looked up, smiled at me, and batted her lashes. Even at this hour of the morning, her face was perfectly made up.
"Hey, handsome," she cooed, adjusting her blouse and calling attention to the slight swell of her breasts. "Do you want-"
"What did you do to Hannah?" I asked, watching her closely. "Did you hurt her?"
She was the one who had poisoned Hannah. I was sure of it.
She frowned and slowly put the bottle of nail polish down on the table beside her.
