“Thank you for telling me.” Gwen’s voice was still soft. “And I don’t think you’re a psychopath.”
Was it a laugh that parted my lips? It must’ve been, because she let one out too.
We held one another’s gaze, and for a few heartbeats, did nothing else.
But maybe we could. Maybe we understood one another now. Maybe this would bring us closer together in some screwed up, twisted way.
“I know this is a lot,” I said. “And I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have lied to you. When I got rid of the body, I wasn’t trying to hold it over your head or use it to control you. I was just scared. I didn’t want to get caught any more than you do.”
“I know.” For the first time all evening, she squatted and laid the gun on the ground. “But you shouldn’t have lied to me. And the anonymous texting shit was a little crazy, Sebastian.”
Scratching my head, I shrugged again. “I was just afraid of a digital footprint. I saw you in his car, so I had to make sure that you got rid of it. How did you get rid of it?”
“Drove it down to Great Falls.” She crossed her arms against her chest. “Paid a homeless guy to junk it for me after I scraped off all the VINs.”
My brows lifted. “Smart.”
“Thanks.” Swallowing hard, she gestured to the rays of pink and blue that crested the edge of the sky. “Sun’s coming up. We should get you home before Lizzie wakes up.”
We should getyouhome.
She wasn’t planning on coming back with me.
“Right.” Clearing my throat, I stood up. “Do you still want the body?”
She shook her head. “I just want to go home. Get my head on straight.”
That lump swelled in my throat again. All that relief in my shoulders wound back up. Stiffening, I nodded. “Let me clean this, and I’ll take you to your car.”
