HE WAS STILL BROODING over it even as he pulled into his driveway, wondering how the thing had gotten there and when precisely she’d killed it—and why the soup, for God’s sake? His mind felt numb as he thought about it: There’d been no blood on the counter, he was sure of that. So that meant she had killed Bonnie elsewhere and literally carried the head for whatever distance to his soup, probably when it was still on the stove, but again, why, in God’s name?
He looked up at his apartment window after he’d gotten out of his truck, he didn’t know why, and saw Sadie sitting in the sill, staring down at him, it seemed. Hey, you little psychopath, he thought, as the snow fluttered down and clung to his face. Have you been a good girl?
He was relieved to find, a few minutes later, that she had
