Chapter 4
Candace opened her eyes at the sound of someone entering the room. It was the cop from the day before. She closed her eyes again. No questions, she pleaded silently. No questions.
The gods were not listening. "All right, Ms. Marshall," Kitka said firmly. "We need to talk."
Dace said nothing, hoping he would go away.
Kitka pulled up a chair next to her bed and prepared to turn on the charm. "Look, I want to believe you,” he said gently. “Some things don't make sense here. But I can tell you right now that you're going to stand trial for the murder of your husband, and frankly, I think you'd be convicted of it. So why don’t you talk to me?"
Dace thought about that. Death beckoned her; she saw a flash of a scene of her holding her gun to her mouth and pulling the trigger. Did i
