RORY
Twenty minutes later, I’m peering hard at the paper Carter’s holding in front of him. Actually, I’ve been looking hard at it for five minutes and I’ve gone through the names so many times, my eyes are starting to cross.
“Does anyone seem weird to you?” I ask him, hoping he’ll say no so that I know I’m not the one who just sucks at this.
“No.”
A sigh of relief escapes me. “Me either.” I shift my weight from one foot to the other where I’m standing beside Carter’s stool, munching on a chocolate bar. “But what were we really hoping to get from this anyway? That the word ‘MURDERER’ in all caps would be flashing in neon lights next to one of the names?”
Carter frowns, staring at the list in deep thought. “Not quite.” He places the paper down next to his laptop before pulling up the
