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
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