Chapter Twenty-Four
I was still registering the bombshell Martin had dropped when she entered, holding a knife to my best friend’s throat.
Leah’s eyes were wide and mine mirrored hers once I noticed the crimson trickling down her neck. I opened my mouth but somehow couldn’t form the words. My heart was speaking for me as it thudded against my chest.
Of course, no one could hear it but me.
The woman took my reaction as an opportunity to lazily lick the trail of blood. I recognized bat guano crazy when I saw it. She would slit my best friend’s throat, solely for the sport of it, just to finally have access to the prize she’d sought for so long.
“You’ve always been a bit slow to the punchline, Marty,” her voice was husky and her eyes glistened as she took him in after all of the years th
