He took out a cigarette and took several drags from it, despite knowing how much I hated it before breaking the silence in the car.
“You never should have gone to that morgue. Not without telling me.” He shook his head with a tired sigh.
“Why?” I asked, softly.
“Because if Bella's killer found out you were there before I got to you, you'd have your own little compartment right next to her.”
A frightened shiver swept through me.
Yet I latched on to one part of his sentence.
“Are you saying you know who her killer is?”
He nodded, taking another drag from his cigarette.
My heart picked up in my chest, fear, excitement, nervousness and other emotions I couldn't put to words filling me.
Was Nathan confessing and giving up Katherine.
He loved her more than anything, more than even me.
There was no way he would tell me what he did knowing he and his precious Katherine would rot in jail for the rest of their lives.
Unless he expected me to keep the secret and go on with life knowing I was sharing a bed with my sister’s killer.
I would smother him in his sleep with my pillow, I decided as hot rage welled up inside him.
“Who is it?” I asked, impatiently, hoping he would say the truth.