Only a few dozen yards to the road. “May I ask why the night of the dance?” I had to keep him distracted until I could get someone’s attention.
“Oh, well, she was so happy that night. She loved to dance, and she was having such a good time. She’d had a couple of drinks, too.” He looked over at me with concern. “Not that she was drunk or anything. Celeste had very good self-control. It just made it a little easier for me to catch her off-guard.”
“Oh yeah?” I creaked. Almost there.
He sighed. “It was messier than I thought. I just didn’t get the knife quite right the first time, I guess. But she died quickly still.”
We were there, and as Kyle turned me away from the Lodge, I caught sight of Dad out of the corner of my eye. Lucille and Sawyer were looking at something on the ground just b
