Chapter 7June 27th
“Nine-one-one, what is your emergency?”
I was kneeling in Kate’s blood. It was hot and sticky, soaking through my stockings, thick and heavy. I made to stand up, put my hand on her arm to give myself leverage—her arm was still warm, still so soft. It was just like I remembered from a thousand little touches, friendly encouragements, and that night on my bathroom floor.
I gagged.
“Four people are dead,” I said. There was a lump in my throat I couldn’t swallow past. I spoke around it, croaking and broken-voiced, robotic. “Four people have been murdered.”
“I’m sorry, did you say that four people are dead? What is your location?”
“We’re at Sparky’s. The diner, off the highway,” I specified, choking a little on my own tongue. It was too heavy in my mouth, too thick; I c
