"Yes fucking way. I've been fielding phone calls from journalists all day."
I need to sit down. This is either very very good, or epically disastrous, and either way, we are now far out of our depth. I draw a ragged lungful of air like I'm actually treading water.
"Lots of people want it," continues Bess. "Even if I end up giving half to the owner of the letters, I'll have enough with the rest of the money I've been making the last few weeks."
I type:
This is out of control. We've made a monster
Jeanette:
I want to say don't be so dramatic, but I think there's cause for dramatics right now
Elly:
We have 2 run with it it means a future for us for sure. no maybes anymore
Me:
Bess absolutely has to know now
Jeanette:
But if the owner of the letter doesn't come forward in the next day or two. They aren't going to. Right?
Lutek:
I'm with Ed
Elly:
She'll ruin the whole thing with her bad acting lets wait until the clues are solved
Me:
It's leaving things until the 11th hour
Jeanette:
Elly's right. We tell her once she solves the clues. She'll still have time to pull the pin if she wants
Lutek:
Ed?
I look up. All of them look back at me and I know this was never going to be a majority vote. I am the pivotal player here. Emotionally, I have the most to lose. And in this moment, I love them all for that bit of respect.
Fuck it. Bess is going to resent me whether I tell her now or later.
Me:
Let's wait until she solves the clues.
Chapter thirty-three
Bess
"TotellingTheOdourto fuck off for good."
