They were almost to the house and Nell still hadn’t found a way to tell Alex about the guy she’d shot.
Oh, by the way, I popped a guy in the cemetery.
So there was this guy with a gun and I had to shoot him…
No matter how many different ways Nell tried, it just sounded…creepy. Wise kid-ish. Were there right words for admitting you’d shot someone? All those years of movies, TV and books and nothing to help with the problem. How sad was that? With confession time running out, Nell let her thoughts edge up to the actual shooting. It had surprised her how easy it was. That she hadn’t hesitated. Was it the wise DNA? Or her training? Whatever the reason, it had probably saved her life, but still, didn’t one pause and reflect or something? Have that split second moment where you made a conscio
