Chapter 8
“ W ho would you have eliminated?” I asked Rose.
All eyes turned to her. She looked back at us like a deer in a dozen headlights. Fear rippled through her. Gathering herself quickly, she again retreated behind her mask.
“Does it matter?” she asked.
“Yes, it matters. Who would you have eliminated?” I pushed.
Rose couldn’t hide her discomfort. She looked around at all of her possible escape routes.
Brad repeated the question. “Rose, this could be important. Who would you have eliminated? No one’s going to judge you. Our lives are at stake.”
Again Brad had surprised me. The calm manner in which he addressed Rose didn’t hint at the man who had drugged five men before setting their beds adrift and lighting them on fire. Was he even better at playing the game than I ever imaged?
