CHAPTER 7
KENNEDY DROPPED REUBEN off near his side of campus after making plans to meet the next morning for a late breakfast. Her legs were heavy as she trudged from the parking lot to her dorm. She wondered why some people tried to cheer up their friends by reminding them of how much worse things could be. Of course things could be worse. She could be in a holding cell while cops ran tests on her roommate’s bag of loose-leaf tea. She could be standing outside a morgue waiting to identify Reuben’s body. She could be bleeding to death in the back of some deserted alley where the policeman dragged her and raped her. Maybe he didn’t work for the police department at all. Maybe he stole a car and a cop uniform and drove around town looking for prey.
Of course things could be worse. But how
