“It was you,” I said. My legs trembled.
Preston Powell stepped into the room, closing the gap between us. Anger fueled his eyes while keeping the g*n pointed at me.
I was trapped.
Quickly, I scanned the room. Cat toys wouldn’t help and breaking the window to scream for help took too much time. My breathing rapidly increased. I had to calm my nerves to escape. Distract him, my thoughts screamed. Tough mode style.
Distract him“You killed them,” I said. “Why?”
Preston’s face twitched. “I want those back. Pick them up and hand them over. Nice and slow.”
My heart rate lessened. “I want to know why you killed Teresa,” I said, hoping to sound brave. “You killed Doris because you hated her, but why Teresa?”
Preston studied me as if he was weighing how much to tell me. Before he could, my ce
