Chapter 9

May Cross furrowed her brow and urged impatiently, "It wasn’t you who killed her. Wild animals are unpredictable by nature—what does it have to do with you? You’ve been acting stranger and stranger lately." As she spoke, her once delicate and innocent face twisted into something grotesque, completely unlike her usual self. Hargrove Myers, his tone heavy with exhaustion, turned to Norwell Martinez. "Did you call the police?" Norwell Martinez nodded. "I did. They’re already on...