Chapter 15
An hour later, Chris stood in his kitchen chopping carrots for his salad and wishing the repetitive strokes of the knife would relieve his frustration, but his thoughts hadn’t calmed down any. He felt odd about it, but he still wondered why Ron hadn’t given him the flowers. Had it just been a friendly gesture, or was there more to it? Ron’s reluctance to talk to him only made him suspect there was more to the flowers, but he didn’t believe Ron was the killer. There was only exhaustion showing in Ron’s eyes that day, not malice.
Chris couldn’t believe James was the killer, either. Dylan didn’t trust James, but Dylan needed to stop being stubborn and let James help them before the killer struck again.
And now Chris was a suspect.
The knife slipped, casting bits of carrot onto
