"You were right."
Christopher peeled an eye open to see Alec standing in front of his table. Stretching his stiff limbs out, he straightened up on his desk chair.
"I am right about a lot of things but you need to be more specific, Alec," he muttered wearily.
Alec stared at him in complete disapproval when he said, "There was someone who died. Killed rather."
"Who?"
"A man. Probably that Dan she spoke in her sleep. According to our guy, they used him to get to her. And when he struggled, her father shot him straight through the head."
Christopher went silent, digesting this information.
"It's highly likely she saw her father kill him," Alec guessed.
"She did." Christopher shook his head. "She dreams about it every night."
It was what sent her into fits of screaming in her sleep,
