Mikel could not believe his eyes.
He just had left the apartment complex after leaving flowers on the sidewalk where Bella died. His face had been on the news the past few days, so he had dyed his hair brown and was wearing tinted contact lenses and mirrored shades.
As he made the right turn to get back out to the highway, a vehicle passed him. The man behind the wheel looked vaguely familiar, but Mikel couldn’t place him. The woman in the passenger seat, however, Mikel would have known anywhere.
Mikel u-turned at the first opportunity and drove slowly back toward Bella’s place, trying to remain calm and unnoticed.
It can’t be her. I called. I called the hospital, they said she was dead. Even the news said two were killed, not one.
He pulled slowly into the campus parking lot across t
