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Jessica’s gut burned like she’d swallowed fire. It consumed her, filling her with hot, blinding rage. As she cried, it built. Expanding from her stomach to her lungs and thighs, then to her throat and calves. When it reached her head and feet, she lost it.
“He killed Karli! She was my best friend in the world, and he took her away from me. He’s a murderer. He killed before Karli. He ran a woman down on the side of the road and r***d her, then let his own father take the blame for it and go to jail. He’s the one who used that brick, a brick Karli saved from her childhood, to kill her. He told me how he waited until she’d been home a little while, then went into her apartment and smashed her on the back of the head. He wanted to r**e her, too, but he thought he’d get caught. He’s a mons
