Chapter Thirty-Seven
Kurt took a long look. “What I always intended, I guess. Finish it.”
It hit her like a jab, and fighting down the panic, she resisted the urge to just give in; break down and start sobbing. She had to keep him talking. If she could reach him on some emotional level, connect with him, maybe, just maybe he would let her go. “You intend to kill me?”
Kurt didn’t answer.
“My God, please, can you at least tell me why?”
Kurt studied her eyes a moment. “Why?”
“Yes. I’m trying to understand, Kurt,” Lee desperately pleaded. “If that’s really your daughter downstairs, drenched in lamp-oil, then you had to have used this on Sue.” Lee reached beneath his shirt and lightly squeezed his p***s. He was soft. She held him, grazing with her thumb, hoping for a response.
“My daught
