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Tears streamed down my face, and my body convulsed with sobs.
“He's gone,” Jack said without any emotion or pity.
“Why?” I managed to ask through the pain.
“There you go with the questions again,” he groaned.
“I need to understand why you wanted Carol to kill him.”
“Carol pulled that trigger all on her own,” he said, not looking at me.
“Liar,” I yelled and staggered to my feet. “Why couldn't you just let me be happy?”
“With that?” He asked, pointing a disdainful finger at Byron's dead body.
“Yes.” I hugged myself, trying to keep the shivers rippling through my body under control.
“He was scum,” Jack said and stood up. “You're in shock. You need to drink something sweet. We'll discuss that maggot,” he tilted his chin in Byron's direction, “when you're calmer and more rational.”
