Michael
Charlotte gapes, stammering.... “But.... I stabbed him. They told me he was dead…"
“He died, yes, but not of a stab wound. He was chasing you, and it sounds as though you gave him a good run for his money. He followed you halfway across town, over the old river bridge, and died nearly two miles away...."
She's bobbing her head as I speak, Michael eyeing her carefully.
Replaying events?
“.... He chased you through the traffic and went under the wheels of a truck, a twenty-wheeler. It dragged him some distance before the driver managed to stop the vehicle."
Richly deserved too....
… Terrorising children....
She gawks at the top item on the sheaf I've given her, but I'm not sure how much she's seeing. I spell it out for her.
“By the time they'd pulled out what was left of hi
