She didn’t say anything at first.
Then, she did.
“It’s my parents. He dug up Charlie and Catherine to try and devastate me.”
Holy shit!
Chris actually blinked when she said the words. Oh, none of them saw that coming. Here, they were debating on telling her, when she already knew.
But how did she know?
What?
Was?
This?
“You knew?” he asked. “You aren’t the least bit surprised by this because I have to say that the rest of us were blindsided by this?”
She shrugged and said one thing.
“Monsters think alike,” she stated, leaving that hang there because she’d meant herself, too.
Yeah, he didn’t like that.
Not.
At.
All.
She wasn’t a monster. If anything, Elizabeth was the person who kept the monsters at bay, but he understood that when you played with monsters, you sometimes felt like one.
God knew he felt icky a lot of the times when he was working on autopsies.
Just seeing what monsters did…
It tainted you.
Now, he had to know.
“When did you figure it out?” Chris inquired, not sure why she made them do the legwork when she could have pointed them at the end goal quicker.
Maybe she wanted to be sure.
Maybe she was hoping she was wrong.
Elizabeth kept looking out at the stars, and finally, she spoke.
“When I called Tony from the scene, and he told me the ages of the victims. Then, when I saw the report of the mass trauma on her left side, I knew who it would be. Since I was with my mother when she died, I saw the drunk driver cross the lane and hit the driver’s side door.”
Chris put the skull down.
“I’m sorry.”
She wasn’t done.
“When we were discussing the sacrament, and I saw a male victim…I knew. From the hymnals tied to fathers to the bones left on the minister’s altar, I knew he was telling me I put them on a pedestal.”
