Chapter Sixteen
I stared at the email. It couldn’t be, could it? Was this a confession in the guise of someone seeking help? I read it through again. Maybe all I could think about right now were the murders, but it seemed like the person who wrote the email had done something serious. To me, with the mention of ‘losing my temper,’ it didn’t sound like the person was talking about cheating on a girlfriend.
And so I called Burton right away. And he arrived right away. We walked into the breakroom to make sure we weren’t overheard.
He grimly read the email a few times and then sighed and rubbed his face with his large hands.
I said hesitantly, “I didn’t want to make a mountain out of a molehill, but I figured this was something you’d want to know about.” I clicked on the email’s header to
