The Hitwoman Hunts a Ghost (19 page)

He shook his head.

I stood and touched his arm tentatively. “I have to do this.”

Turning quickly, he crushed me to him in a tight bear hug. There was nothing sexual about the move. It felt like an act of desperation. “Why? Why this? Why do you have to do this?” His voice ragged with an emotion I couldn’t quite identify, tugged at my soul.

I took a deep breath to fortify myself before revealing the secret that might have him driving me to room with my mom in the nuthouse. “I don’t think she’s dead.”

He stiffened and then whispered. “Me either.”

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