Sunday, 24/08
15:30
Michael watched Valerie pace, feeling himself grow more and more nervous with each step she took.
“Ms. Val, you’re about to get me dizzy…”
Val looked up, her eyes dazed. “Huh? Oh…” She stiffly lowered herself onto a sofa. “Sorry.”
She stared at her fingers fiddling on her knees even as Michael stared at her.
“Something wrong, Miss Val? You’ve been really jumpy since the cop left. Do you want me to call Kingston?”
“No! No… don’t call him…” Valerie turned on the sofa to face Michael, her expression grave with worry as she clutched her soft, chiffon skirt about her knees. “Michael, I think… I think someone else’s gotten hurt because of me.”
The kid sat up straighter, his grey eyes sobering at the words she spoke. “You mean by… by that person?”
Val nodded. “Yes.
