Chapter 3
A lump formed in Curtis’s throat as he stared at the mass of partially dried blood covering Aaron’s back. Tears sprung to his eyes. It was all so much to take in. To see. Was he truly mad and imagining Aaron here?
Aaron turned back around and Curtis let relief wash over him. It didn’t make the truth of what had happened to Aaron go away, but not facing it made it easier.
“You were killed by a coward,” Curtis said. He’d been taking notes, but really, he doubted he’d ever forget what Aaron said.
“I don’t remember who did it. Or what led up to this.” Aaron sat in the chair once more.
Curtis knew Aaron was not likely to appreciate his next question, but well, he had to ask. The odds in most cases of non-stranger murders stared him in the face. It was usually someone very close t
