"OMG!" I slapped a hand over my mouth, trying to hold back the scream bubbling up inside me.
'That's Carl! Oh no, they killed Carl! Did they run into him on the road? Did Anthony figure out he knew about their affair and decided to get rid of him first?' I wondered. 'This is all my fault. If I hadn't called Carl, he'd still be alive!'
I stumbled backward and accidentally stepped on a shovel, which made a grating screech.
Anthony's head snapped up, and he asked, "Who's there?"
Blood was still smeared across his face, and his eyes were cold and deadly. He was clutching a blood-stained axe like some kind of psycho from a horror movie.
Kailey's voice cut in, "Is it Mia?"
There was no way I could outrun them, and I couldn't drive either.
I felt the knife hidden in my pocket, took a deep
