“Likewise, just wish the circumstances were better.”
“Same.”
Matt kept glancing at the door, his right hand flexing at his side, as Shane and I talked.
“Matt, what’s going on?”
“It’s nothing.”
“It’s obviously something; you look like you expect someone to barge through the door any second.”
“You should tell her,” Shane said.
“Not now,” Matt answered.
“Not now?” I raised my voice. “Fuck that. Tell me. Don’t you dare hide shit from me because you think I’m too fucking fragile to handle it.”
Matt’s eyes widened. He ran his hand through his hair.
“Christ, Madi, give me a minute.”
Matt took a few deep breaths.
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t hiding it from you. I was trying to calm myself down before telling you.”
I softened my tone, though I was still impatient. “Telling me what?”
“Paul came to see you.”
Every muscle in my body stiffened as I sat up straighter in my bed. My eyes darted to the door. “When?”
“It’s okay, you’re safe,” he said before answering my questions. “He came just before we got here.” Matt looked at Shane. “We heard what he had to say and had security escort him out.”
“You listened to him?” What the fuck could Paul say that they’d want to hear?
“He said he didn’t know what Pamela was doing.”
Pamela had told me the same thing.
“He wanted us to know she’s sick.”
“Sick?” Bat-shit fucking crazy came to mind, but that wasn’t a professional diagnosis.
“All he said was she’s mentally ill.” A whisper of sympathy walked beside my truckload of anger. “Your dad said Pamela confessed to setting other fires and killing another woman who’d hurt Paul. They’re verifying the details of her confession.”
My breath caught in my throat.Holy shit. If Paul were truly clueless, I could have sympathy for him, but it was hard to believe he had no idea his sister was a cold-blooded killer.
“They can’t hurt you anymore. She’ll spend the rest of her life in a psychiatric prison and your father put the fear of God in Paul.”
“With a little help,” Shane added, nodding towards Matt.
“You won’t get in trouble, will you?” I didn’t want Matt doing something stupid and going to jail.
“No.”
Good. “I don’t want to see him.”
“You won’t. Ever.”
