CHAPTER 116
Cooper gazed at the highschool through his grimy windshield, his hands clutching the steering wheel with excessive force. Under his breath, he whispered: "You can do this. Just get out of the car." It was the same speech he'd given himself every morning these last two weeks, dread roiling in his gut as he contemplated the day ahead. The staring, he could endure. He even understood it to an extent. After all, he was that guy. That guy—the one who'd found the dead cheerleader at a party. That guy—the one who'd survived a k********g at the hands of a serial killer. That guy—the one who'd just become a suspect in his girlfriend's murder investigation. He blew out a deep breath. "Get. Out. Of. The. Damn. Car." Before he could lose his nerve, he hurried out into the cold, shivering
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