Chapter 25
I tossed a dirty dish cloth in the sink, slammed the fridge door shut, and stomped out of the kitchen. ‘Can you put the lid back properly on the milk if you’re going to lay it down on the shelf,’ I called out as I sank onto the couch. ‘The b****y thing leaked all over the place.’
‘You’re not supposed to cry over spilled milk,’ said Sarah from the bathroom.
‘You clean up the mess, then. You’re the one who made it.’ I grabbed the remote off the coffee table and turned the television on.
‘And what’s with a council party on a Monday night?’ A local news broadcast was on and I switched it off when the topic of Easton’s serial killer came up. ‘Don’t they have to work tomorrow, like the rest of us ordinary folk? I mean, who’s running this town if they’re all at some stupid party ha
