Twisted Mind

I filed away at the rope with my chipped, broken nails. It hurt as hell, but it beat the alternative of death. ‘If you want money, I can give you money. I have my dad’s inheritance. I’m rich.’ ‘Fuck your money.’ Carl spat. ‘I told you, I didn’t do this for money.’ ‘Then why? Why are you helping Rainey at the risk of going to jail yourself?’ From Carl’s confessions, he’d committed three murders for his half-sister. Maybe there was more he wasn’t telling. That kind of dedication could not be explained away by sibling devotion. I loved Nessa, but I would not commit murder for her. ‘You won’t understand.’ ‘Try me.’ ‘Rainey is…my light.’ That same rueful, melancholy smile returned to his cadaverous face. ‘I love her.’ I gagged, having my suspicion confirmed. ‘You are sick. She’s your sister.’ ‘Like I said, you wouldn’t understand.’ Carl tossed away his third cigarette butt. ‘I’m not looking for your understanding. I love her. I’d do anything for her. I killed for her, and I’d do it again, g