“I killed Robin,” Shirley said. She heard the words coming out of her mouth and it just helped to drive the realization home that she was responsible for the death of her best friend. She felt sick.
“It wasn’t your fault. Blame the asshole who shot her,” Chatham said.
The two of them had been driving for almost an hour and Chatham had just finished explaining everything to her about the Council he had just learned about and why they wanted them both dead.
“I’m more to blame than you are. I thought I could get you out quickly and quietly. I thought I could do it fast enough that they wouldn’t realize it and they couldn’t find us, but I was wrong. They followed me somehow. They knew I would double cross them.”
“No, I’m the one who set up that damn camera because I didn’t trust you. I nev
