Chapter 22: The Frats
Sander didn’t have to ask where we were going because he already knew. He reloaded his Colt, dropping shells at his feet, which clinked together. After he loaded the gun, he tucked it under his seat for safe keeping.
I whispered, “The frats.”
“We murdered them,” he said.
“They’re buried near the cabin.”
“Until the end of time. They’ll never be found.”
“It was a year ago. If you remember correctly, almost to the day…”
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June 5: The Previous Year
Roth College sat next to the Iroquois River, Ashtabula, and Lake Erie. Almost three thousand students attended the private college. Known for its prized football team nationally, the Roth Raiders. Although small in size but big in heart, Roth was expensive to attend and an academic award-winning facility. Over si
