"I guess he must have buried it somewhere." Do you know what he did with the body?" Renee hiccuped, caught by surprise. "I won’t let anyone arrest you, I promise. "You – you won’t say anything? This has to be our secret, or he’ll have me arrested, I know he will – " She would have believed everything he said, probably with good reason. No, the killer had gauged her well there was no way Renee would have gone to the sheriff. She had seen the one man she cared for, the man she was depending on to make her life easy, shot to death, and then been threatened with having his death blamed on her. Poor Renee, without education, influence, or friends, with all her wild living and lack of responsibility, had been a prime target for anyone who wanted to make her a scapegoat. For the first time, she felt pity for her mother. ![]() He can do it, you don’t know him!" Her voice rose shrilly on the last sentence, and she dissolved once more into wrenching sobs. ![]() ![]() He said if I ever came back, he could make it look like I’d killed Guy, and I’d get the death sentence. He told me to go away, and he t-took my bracelet. "He – he didn’t mean to kill Guy, he was just so damn mad, he said. Finally she gulped, and regained shaky control of her voice. Renee couldn’t answer for a moment, she was crying too hard. "Why didn’t he kill you, then?" Faith asked, trying to make sense of why a murderer would deliberately let a witness go.
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