“I wonder how many she’s killed.”
“This will be a case of how many are proved to be her victims,” Romeo dropped the dirt.“You said so yourself—most suicides are expected, most only get a standard autopsy.Keeley was clever.”
“She was.”
“She’s still going to get eaten by maggots and turned into our poppy feed, though.”
Chad snorted, tossing a rock into the grave.“She is.”
“You died.You stopped breathing.Your heart stopped.But you came back.You came back to me even when I told you I no longer wanted you.You’re here, now, and she is dead.She’s the weak one, Chad, not you.”
“One day, I might believe that.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Romeo sat on the landing, listening as Chad welcomed Ally and Josh into their home.Four days had passed since Keeley’s death and Chad’s phone constantly buzzed with Josh keeping him in the loop for the initial stages of the investigation.He had called that morning, regretfully informing Chad they hadn’t yet apprehended her.
The police were searching for her car and trying to trace her mobile phone.
It wasn’t a flash model that could easily be picked up by towers.
It was old, untraceable, the kind criminals used Josh had said.
Romeo had taken a sledgehammer to it before burying it in the field.
Then Josh had asked if he could come over with Ally.
Chad had been suspicious but hadn’t questioned him over the phone.
Romeo and Chad had speculated while they waited, but all they could come up with was more victims.
“There’s something else,” Josh said, after they’d all greeted each other in the hallway.“Shall ...shall we go in here,”
“I don’t know,” Chad chuckled.“Shall we?”
Ally sighed.“I think we should.”
