Page 122 of Stripping Bare
For fuck’s sake, this guy was trying his best to kill her and she was getting down to a therapy session withhim?
“There’s something you’ve been holding on to, unwilling to tell anyone. Why don’t you share it now? If you don’t want Jonah to hear, you can just tell me. What will it hurt, Keith? I’m going to die anyway, so I’ll take the secret to mygrave.”
Her plea seemed to blow the guy’s composure in a way nothing else had. His gun hand was no longer steady, and he swung his arms inagitation.
“You said something about killing your brother, but it was an accident,” she prompted. “You knowthat.”
Benery hitched his gun in Jonah’s direction. “It was hisfault.”
“Okay,” Tessa soothed, which only made Benery turn the gun back in her direction. “Then tell me how Jonah was involved. I’m sure he wants to make itright.”
“There is no making it right. Steven is dead. Dead, dead,dead.”
When Tessa pushed her headless body to a sitting position, Jonah almost had a stroke. Benery didn’t need any excuse to ramp up his recent twitch-fest. She placed a hand on the guy’s knee. “Let it out, Keith. Maybe your gun went off accidentally while you were playing a silly gameand—”
“Not just any game,” he shouted, self-loathing dripping from every word. “We were playing SteeleSurvivor.”
