Chapter 22
The life insurance check for $100,000 bounced. Sylvie wasn’t really surprised. She’d never believed it was real; she’d just been curious to see if it would actually clear.
She’d woken up with the radio blaring and her parents excitedly telling her about the fugitive who had killed her sister—the same man who had been in this very house just the day before!
It disappointed her, more than anything. She was disappointed in herself that she’d been fooled, that she hadn’t sensed his evil. He had seemed so nice, so sincere—so caring. He hadn’t seemed like the violent type; he’d even refused to fight back when those two rednecks in the bar attacked him.
Apparently the murderer felt guilty. Or was pretending to feel guilty. “I’m sorry,” he’d said, though Sylvie hadn’t known what he
