Chapter Thirty
KRYSTAL’S FUNERAL WAS two weeks later, after the autopsy. It was revealed that she’d been raped and then strangled. Unfortunately, they didn’t have enough evidence to arrest anyone, so the investigation was still open.
Trevor and Tank both attended the funeral, even though Krystal’s mother had tried banning anyone associated with the Gold Vipers. She blamed them directly for her daughter’s murder. When the time came, however, she allowed them to attend, too grief-stricken to care about anything else other than the fact that she was burying her daughter.
When it was time for me to speak during the eulogy, my eyes met Trevor’s for a brief second. He nodded, but I looked away, my heart heavy for everything I’d lost in the last two weeks.
“I met Krystal in the sixth grade,”
