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shock, making her words come out in staccato bursts. Chris hoped she remained in shock for a while and didn't do anything stupid. He'd seen how reckless she could be. But maybe now, with something to live for as well, she might exhibit a newfound caution. "H-how could you have done such a horrible thing? I never knewnever suspected you could be so, so, so" |
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"Of course you didn't, little wife. If you'd suspected, you'd have put me away." |
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"Don't call me your wife. You make me sick. I can't believe any of this. What you're saying is that you killed Chris's parents when you were fourteen? Fifteen? How could you be so brutal at that age? I can't believe you've gotten away with the crime this long." |
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"I'll get away with it forever, don't you worry. I didn't live this long outside the law without knowing what I was doing at all times." His gaze had flicked over D.J. for a moment, as though assessing her willingness to cooperate. Rich must know D.J. and her propensity for heroics well. When he saw she had no intention of fighting him, for the moment, he returned his gaze to Chris. "No one ever suspected me. I lived with my aunt for so many years, I wasn't considered a resident of Lakeview. And the trouble I got caught at in both places was so minor, I wasn't even questioned. Me and the boys came up from Chicago just for the night." |
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Chris nodded. "That's what the police figured. A Chicago gang up for some petty theft that turned bad." |
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"And they were right. I have to tell you, McCall, I never planned to kill anyone. The gun just went |
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