Lindsay sat in the car and trembled as she started the station wagon, feeling such sudden panic and horror. It was that moment she knew Cam did it. She felt it, like Sheriff Wilson had. What she saw in his eyes, such emptiness; she knew he killed the man she loved. Why? It didn’t matter why anymore. Cam had always been in Jace’s shadow, with sports, with girls, their friends. Now Jace was gone and he acted as if he’d never been here.
She drove home and didn’t quit shaking until she got inside. Sara was babysitting and her mom was at work. She reached for the vodka bottle under the sink and sat on the kitchen floor, hot tears streaming down her face.
Jace hadn’t even seen it coming when Cam led him to slaughter. Her heart hurt as she drank from the bottle, grimacing at the taste as it burned down her throat. Her sobs grew fewer and the bottle was soon empty.
She closed her eyes, trying to keep her nerves steady. The thought of being anywhere near Cam made her feel sick. Her blue eyes grew fierce. Jace deserved to be avenged. His only crime in Cam’s eyes was having everything he didn’t. It hit her suddenly; his interest in her since Jace’s death. A wave of disgust washed over her. Obviously the scholarship wasn’t the only thing he expected to gain.
Lindsay staggered to her feet and glanced at the clock on the microwave. It was nearly six. She went into the bedroom, glad for the liquid courage as she opened her closet to pick out something to wear. How did one accessorize for an evening out with a killer?