Chapter 2: Supernaturally...Pricked

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I could feel the blood fleeing my face as if scared off by Bill's bloody—or lack thereof–announcement

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I could feel the blood fleeing my face as if scared off by Bill's bloody—or lack thereof–announcement.

"Now what on the Lord's green earth are you talkin' about, Bill?" Gunner dropped into the armchair across from his wife and Bill while I trembled down onto the love-seat.

Celery stick Bill kept his petrified gaze on me. "She was young...like you."

My stomach churned. With all of this creepy news and attention, at any moment, I'd vomit red eggs on the guy.

"Who are you talkin' about, Bill?" Dixie snapped her fingers in front of his face. "Snap out of it so we can figure this out."

Finally, he took his death-grip stare off of me. "Belinda Cole, about a mile down by the farmer's market."

As Dixie covered her mouth, Gunner clasped his forehead. "Remington's oldest?"

Bill gave a nod. "Me and Jesse were goin' down there 'cause we heard they got more gas, when about a block from the Coles' place, we saw a big ol' crowd. People were cryin' and all shook up. They said Mrs. Cole found Belinda in bed, white as snow, with four small holes in her forearm. Dr. Johnson went in and said the cause of death was extreme blood loss. Based on the holes, Dr. Johnson said it looked like someone used needles to draw out all her blood."

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