Page 163 of See How She Dies


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“For the love of God, Zach, are you nuts?” Eunice whispered, but couldn’t help licking her lips nervously.

“Not me.”

“So now you’ re accusing me of being crazy?”

“Psychotic.”

She nearly dropped her cup. All of her composure evaporated. “You’re accusing me?” Rage pulsed through her face. “This is insane.”

“Exactly.”

She was shaking, unraveling before Adria’s eyes. “So now you’ve decided to become detective, judge and jury. And you don’t even have your facts straight. I thought better of you, Zach.”

“All you have to do is prove that you didn’t overdose Kat with pills and then push her over the balcony wall.”

“You just can’t let it go, can you? First you were involved with that slut and now this…this woman who’s your own half-sister.”

Adria cringed inside.

“Do you know how disgusting that is? How sick? How perverted?” Eunice ranted, her composure evaporating, her eyes dilating.

“Let’s talk about her. Adria. London,” he said, not backing off an inch. “While you’re trying to prove that you didn’t kill Kat and Ginny, you can make a case about not terrorizing Adria, too.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she snapped, her nostrils flaring slightly.

“Cut the crap,

okay. Let’s see your hand.”

“What?”

“Your hand, the one Adria bit when you tried to kill her up at the motel in Estacada.”

All the blood drained from Eunice’s face. “This is ridiculous.”

Far in the distance the sound of sirens cut through the air.

Eunice’s eyes closed for a second and when she reopened them, Adria noticed a new, steely determination in their clear depths. “You’re turning your own mother in, is that it, Zach? All because of something she”—Eunice motioned dismissively toward Adria—“contrived.”

“I didn’t ‘contrive’ anything.”

“It turns out she is London, Eunice. And you tried to kill her. Only you didn’t get away with it, not like you did with Ginny.”

“For the last time, Zach. I did not kill Ginny.” She pointed toward the nearest chair and said in a voice that was barely above a whisper, “Now, please, sit down.”

“No, thanks.”

“Sit down and drink a cup of tea with me,” she said, lifting her chin proudly. The sirens screamed louder. Closer. Eunice swallowed hard. She was scared, yes, but there was something else in her gaze. Triumph?

Why?

She stared at the woman and was met with Eunice’s chilling stare.

She’s going to beat this…somehow. Adria knew it in an instant. But how? Fear crept through her blood though Zach seemed unintimidated by this woman who was his mother, this monster who had tried to murder her. “You tried to kill me,” she pointed out.

“You were in the way.”

Adria felt it then, the cold hatred whispering through the air. Eunice’s angry gaze slid to her. “Of what?”

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