Twenty-Eight
“I’D ASK IF THERE WERE any women you’ve scorned, but we both know the answer to that, don’t we Dante?” his father said.
“She knew the code,” I whispered, an awful feeling of recognition settling in my veins. “She just tapped it in, walked in… and shot all those people. How… why would a woman do that?”
The figure had the same slim frame as Shay; small breasts, slender hips, trim waist, narrow shoulders. She was so tiny really, how could she have killed all those people?
“She was desperate,” I whispered, “so very desperate.”
Dante said nothing which only gave me more food for thought.
“Say something!” I demanded, pacing the room in a panic.
“I can’t believe it. I trusted her… and she broke that trust. I don’t care so much about that, but she actually killed people. Innoce
