Chapter 43: Plaything

"Aah!" The old woman's scalp prickled. She yelped, stumbled back two steps, then spun around and bolted. As she ran she kept shouting, "Don't chase me! It's none of my business! Caroline Smut jumped herself, I didn't push her! That Cutmore kid-he was killed by a truck driver, not me! Why are you after me? Blame the right people!" She reached the man-made lake, slapped a hand to the trunk of a nearby tree, and clutched her chest with the other. Her fingers fumbled through her coat pocket, only...