Thana: After killing Justice
Miss Spellings must sense I’m uncomfortable with the way the conversation has steered toward me because she says, “I think that’s enough questions for today. Wouldn’t you agree?”
The detective’s face remains expressionless. “One more thing.” His eyes slide to mine. “When was the last time you saw Justice?”
This time I don’t lie. “Friday,” I say simply.
He sighs, disappointed in my answer. His partner, who I’m trying to devise a name for in my head, notes it down. I feel oddly queasy about being evaluated this way. “Did she behave out of the ordinary?”
From Miss Spellings expression, I know he’s already asked this before. “Normal, she seemed normal.”
“Can you elaborate?”
“I mean as
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