ivate viewing room at the fu

uiet groups. When they saw her, their hushed conversations stopped. Every eye t

ly on me. I was standing near the two

lled space. "What is this sick game? Why didn' t you tell me? Why

t finish t

ooking pale and nervous. He p

t match her hysteria. I just loo

to tell yo

mbled something about signing papers

y iPad. I p

am footage from the G-Wagen. The time stamp in

im laughing, taking a swig from a bottle of tequila. It showed the

le yellow line. The headlights of an oncoming sedan. The brutal, s

t of the G-Wagen mangled, and speeding away

r breath catchin

passenger seat, something glinted. It was the custom-engraved silver picture fr

in her own p

e made a choked, gasping sound. Her eyes, wi

whispered. "

imalistic grief and rage. She scrambled to her feet and

hem! You kille

ow it was them! How could I know?" He looked at me, his eyes wild with panic. "Th

, torn between the monster she had loved her whole li

en at the two caskets. Her hand wen

l it out. She didn'

, paralyzed by her o