Tracey
I quickly wiped off the surprised look I had on my face, so he doesn't suspect that I have heard the name before while hoping that, for my sanity's sake, he is talking about a different Sandra.
"You never mentioned what happened to her?" I found myself asking.
"She got what she deserved," he said nonchalantly while shuddering his shoulders. The coldness of his voice and his attitude made me hate his guts even more.
"I don't understand," I said in a bid to get him to talk about her, as I could perceive he was reluctant to talk.
"She disobeyed me and got served," he said, returning his eyes to me.
"You killed her?" I asked, daringly staring into his eyes.
"What do you think?" He said, with a smirk.
"Why did you kill her?"
"Did I say I killed her?" He asked, furrowing his brow
