Chapter Eleven
“Mortally wounded…as in dying?” I gasped, while Leah looked mortified.
“According to the evidence at the scene and span of the blood, Erica didn’t go down easily. She probably fought her attacker for several minutes before she was subdued.”
“Don’t you mean killed?” I asked.
Elijah shook his head, looking me straight in the eye. “She was still alive when her tongue was removed. Her throat was slit after the fact, almost to the point of beheading.”
As horrific and vicious as the last moments of Erica’s life had been, of one thing I was certain: there was no way Jeremiah Vargas was capable of cold-blooded murder.
For once, I was thankful Martin was tracking Clark so I could focus my attention on Vargas. I would have to check in with Bio Pop sooner or later, but thanks to
