Chapter 138

• **Desmond’s POV**
• The chill of the cell crept into my bones, but it was nothing compared to the storm raging in my mind. I sat hunched on the cold, hard bench, my head buried in my hands, trying to make sense of it all. Homicide. The word echoed in my skull like a death knell. Did someone see me that night? Did someone see me throw Brenda into the river? My heart hammered against my ribcage as a thousand possibilities flashed through my head, each one worse than the last.
• The clinking sound of keys snapped me out of my thoughts. One of the officers approached, his face a mix of indifference and authority.