Page 118 of Bone’s Choice

“What got your attention?”

“They were arguing.”

“Could you hear them?”

“Not what they were saying.”

“Then what happened?”

Silence again.

This one lasted longer. I didn’t rush him. Something told me I wasn’t going to like whatever came next.

“I saw him kill Owen.”

Nobody at the table moved.

I stared at the phone. “Say that again.”

“I saw him kill Owen.”

“How?”

“I—” Eli stopped.

I could hear him breathing.

“How?” I repeated.

“He shot him.”

The room went dead fucking silent.

Hose’s eyes narrowed. “Where?” I asked.

“Loading area.”

“No. Where did he shoot him?”

“Oh.” Eli swallowed loud enough for us to hear it. “Chest. I think. Owen fell.”

One shot. That lined up with Hose finding the damage to Owen’s chest beneath all the decomposition.

“You see what happened after?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I fucking ran.”

Taco’s mouth opened. I pointed at him and he shut it. I knew he was going to spout some bullshit.

“You ran.”

“What would you have done?” Eli asked.

I looked around the table. Wrong fucking group to ask. “Keep going.”