Chapter 37: He Tells the Truth

To my surprise, Douglas squinted his eyes and shook his head. Then he gripped his chin, pursing his lips.

"Who?" he asked. "Those people don't sound familiar to me at all."

He was just messing with me. He had to be, right? Either that or he's killed so many people, he can't remember who's who.

Maybe he didn't know their names. Perhaps it didn't matter to him. But the Sullivans weren't just any family. In my mind, he wouldn't have to specifically target them.

"Either you've racked up a huge body count so you don't remember who I mean, or you're pleading ignorance right now."

"Since I can't remember, let's go with the former," he said proudly, holding his hands on his hips. I suppressed a shudder at his demeanor. What a bastard.

He loved that I'd be disgusted by his criminal ways and wanted to flaunt it in my face to see a reaction. I wasn't deterred. He won't knock me off my path.