She didn’t sound totally wasted, which was a relief, but I had no doubt alcohol thrummed in her veins. “Why, you want me to?” “You probably should. I deserve it.” I slid my hands into my pockets, remaining on my feet across from her. “And why is that?" “Because I’m a selfish, horrible human being.” She met my eyes, undiluted shame staring back at me. She took a swig from her bottle, then rose to her feet. “You, Mr. Keir Byrne, are married to a murderer. Bet you didn’t expect that, did you?” She lifted her hands out wide as if daring me to be shocked. I slowly stepped around the grave. “Somehow, I doubt that very much, little lamb.” “Well, it’s true. Your wife killed her own twin sister. We’d only taken the training wheels off our bikes two weeks earlier. I got cocky and went off the curb,
