This was probably a huge mistake.
I'd simply closed my eyes told him everything, about what she'd accidentally seen, about the gruesome way she'd been killed. It was like word vomit. I couldn't seem to stop it and, afterwards, the weight I'd felt on my chest had lifted. I felt kind of dizzy as I'd finally dared to look at Charles expression, but the moment I took in his incredibly calm demeanor, my nausea lifted.
"He's a dirty cop," I whispered. "She's convinced he'll kill you too."
Charles was incredibly still. I could hardly tell if he was breathing, eyes focused on the far wall, completely unaware of the girl who sat behind him, her hands and face seemingly pressed to his back. He couldn't feel it. Couldn't sense her.
When my bottom lip trembled, I forced my eyes upward, towa
