Chapter SixteenKAM
A warm swig of whiskey sloshes around a shot glass between my fingers. I stare at the rank liquid, knowing that it's going to taste awful.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask Markie. It's been exactly two weeks since Vincent was killed.
“Yes!” She barks. “We've already canceled and rescheduled it enough. You heard Agent Reese, it's necessary.”
“Last time he was wrong.”
“You think I don't know that?”
The color in my sister's face has changed. Not just today, but slowly over the last few weeks. The dark rings under her eyes are prominent, and the rosy hue of her lips has faded into a sickly cream color.
“I'm just saying, Markie, it's been two weeks since you quit working. Nothing's happened while you've stayed home. Maybe it's best to give it a little more tim
