Chapter 5
Footsteps woke him. Dimas struggled to open his eyes and once he fluttered them open, he wished he hadn’t. Hunter was pacing, back and forth. “Good God, what time is it?” Dimas asked.
“It’s after two.”
“In the morning? Why are you up?” Dimas yawned, his throat parched. “Come back to bed.”
“I can’t. I need to figure who killed my stepdad.”
Dimas sighed. “We don’t know if he was killed. The sheriff’s office is still gathering evidence.”
“I know he was killed. Carl knows this course practically like I know it. He couldn’t have died like he did by accident. I don’t care what the deputies think, unless they agree that he was killed.”
“You’re crazed with anger, rage, and depression about your stepdad.”
“I know you hated him. So I know you’re not going to agree with what I’m goi
