EPILOGUE
ETHAN LOOSENED HIS black tie and slid it off from around his neck. Lyle’s funeral had been a sombre affair, and the simple cremation had been overshadowed by a team of Blackwood bodyguards and the crowd of photographers and fans hanging around outside the chapel, still fixated on the Richard Carr case.
Ghouls, the lot of them.
Ethan had kept his head down until the service was over. Guilt ate away at him, not just because of his involvement in the whole affair, but because today should have felt like the end and instead it felt like the beginning. The first day of his new life.
This morning, he’d signed the papers to sell his house. Once it had been his home, but not anymore. He’d thought nobody would want to buy it with its grisly history, but the freaks had been out in force
