Chapter Thirty-Five
“Pick her up,” Tim says, pointing at Chrissy with his gun. “Now.”
I glance down at her, then at Tim. “For God’s sake, man. Her wrist is broken. She’s so weak she can’t even stand.” I turn a glare upon Elyse. “Haven’t you done enough already?”
Behind her ski mask, I see Elyse’s mouth twitch into the outline of a smile as she glares down at her victim. “What’s the matter, slut? You don’t like sitting in a pool of your own piss?”
In a heartbeat, the mean girl resurfaces. It’s both scary and awesome to see. “You were a spiteful little b***h in high school, Elyse. Guess that hasn’t changed.”
Her identity revealed, Elyse pulls the mask from her head with one hand and tosses it away. “So, you figured it out. That’s good. At least now you finally know who got the best of C
