Fifteen
Belladonna’s pills worked like a charm—and I wasn’t entirely sure they weren’t fueled by magic because I got ten solid, dreamless hours of sleep, rolling over and peering gummy-eyed at the clock just before nine o’clock the next morning. Lying beneath the blankets, I took stock of the injuries that had plagued me for the last few days. My throat and ribs felt better and at first blush the swelling on my jaw had gone down significantly. I twisted into a position where I could reach my leg and prodded the bandage with the tip of my finger. The muscle ached but no more than just a pulled muscle. As I climbed from the bed, a thought began to nag me.
I’d been so focused on trying to uncover the killers’ identities through the video footage that I’d ignored the uniqueness of the primar
