Jessica pleaded with Tommy to let her go. She promised not to say a word to a single soul. In tears, she even offered s****l favors. When that didn’t work, she tried another strategy.
“Tommy Dalton, what would your father think if he saw you now?” she asked, wiping her teary eyes on the sleeve of her pajama top. “Shame on you! Your dad was an honest man. He wanted more for you than…than…than...” She couldn’t say it, murder. Tommy hung his head and glanced over at her out of the corner of his eye. He’d stopped in front of the gate to Specht Mill.
murder“You don’t have to do this, you know. The accidents at the mill weren’t your fault.” She lied. “Everyone knows they were accidents. But this…this…” She took a deep breath. “Killing me here can’t pass for an accident. Think about it, Tommy.
