40. Angel Eyes
40
ANGEL EYES
W hat in the ever loving fuck was that about?
They buried Beatrix Starr.
I watched as they dug her up. The frantic digging, the worry etched in their faces… I just don’t get it. She was down there for hours. I was sure she was dead when Knox dumped her into the old rotting coffin. She was limp and hadn’t fought to get out while he threw dirt back into the grave. And when I came to stand beside the tilled earth when he disappeared, it was silent.
But she’d been down there, alive.
Did Knox know that? Surely he must’ve, because the way he’d sprinted up the hill with a shovel in hand, he acted like getting her out was a life or death situation. Why’d he put her down there? Was this a game to them? I didn’t think so. Not judging by the fear and concern etched into all three of their faces while they worked to get her free. If this wasn’t a game, it had to be some type of punishment, right? But if so, why would they hurt or torment one of their own? Are they so fucked up in the head that this is how they get off?
I don’t trust these men.
And, clearly, neither should Beatrix Starr.
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