Chapter 8
“What was that all about?” Christian asked as he walked up to me alongside May. His eyes followed the officers out of the gym.
“Nothing, really. They just wanted to know about a shoe I’d found.”
May furrowed her brow. “A shoe?”
“You know that lady who was killed?”
“The one who had her throat slit?” May asked, her voice higher than normal.
“Her shoe showed up at my house.”
May’s gaze drifted toward the darkened exit of the gym. “Kind of cool in a super freaky way.”
I shot her a wary look. “The police think a dog ran off with it and left it on my porch. Weird, huh?”
Christian touched my arm. “Are you all right?”
“Of course.” Think of something else. “You guys want to get out of here, go do something?”
“Aren’t you tired?” May asked. “I’m exhausted!”
I shook my head.
“I’
