“It’s come to our attention…that Mrs. Norse may have been held against her will for two days.”
“Two days?” I swallowed the vomit in my throat. “Did he...was she...raped?”
He squinted hard at me. “Besides being beaten almost to death... Yes.”
Hold it together, I ordered myself, while my insides turned to mush and my imagination conjured up ugly visions. The two days I hadn’t heard from Patris was because he’d been busy hurting Jasmine? Why?
Oh, no—what have I done?
* * *
I saw Lacroix to the door and made a point of stepping out onto the cement pad. I wanted to tell him everything, but I kept replaying Patris’s threat over in my mind. I searched for his car. I couldn’t see it, but that didn’t mean Patris wasn’t lurking behind some tree. I reminded myself to ask Dennis about the friend
