CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
“I should have done something,” I muttered shakily, watching the eleven bodies or whatever pieces they could find being taken away by the ambulance, the cops lurking by assessing the situation while interviewing a few witnesses.
Mrs. Carter was beside herself with shock, her fingers holding onto my arms for support. She was shaken just like more than half the town which was now gathered, watching the scene while whispering amongst themselves. In just a matter of a few days, thirteen people were dead including the three guys on Saturday morning and Principle Dickson. Now I was beginning to think it was really my fault. If I hadn’t been here, Ronald would never have found a way to let those demons out and all these people would all be still alive, their families not st
