 folder again and looked up. "Those were just some of the things people had to say about you."

Georgia crossed her arms. "Are you going somewhere with this?"

"There's a psychological profile for people who commit mass murder." Chandler rested her hands on top of the folder. "From where I'm sitting, you fit it to a tee."

The air flooded from her lungs. Georgia struggled to breathe. "Are you saying I'm a suspect?"

Chandler leaned forward. Her brown eyes hardened into stone. "No, Ms. Clare. I'm saying you're _the_ suspect." She leaned back again. "And then there's the other massacre."

Georgia's heart stopped. "What?"

Chandler blew out a breath. "I told you, no games. We know you were responsible for Forest Hill. We have reason to believe you're responsible for what happened in Cow Hollow last night." She paused. "We also know you had an accomplice."

Georgia struggled to keep up. "I'm—what? Cow Hollow? What accomplice? What the fuck are you talking about?"

"You really didn't think we'd find out, did you?" Chandler shook her head. "Come on, Georgia. Just tell me where the other survivor is."

Georgia balked. "Other survivor? That wasn't in—" She clapped her mouth shut.

"In what? The file you stole?" Chandler's lips twisted. "No, it wouldn't be. The medical examiner just finished sorting through and identifying the remains. He sent his report over yesterday. Apparently, we have a body missing."

Georgia stared.

Chandler shifted in her chair and crossed her legs. "I must say, I'm a little disappointed in you. That list of names you gave us was a sloppy mistake. We might never have realized what was going on if you hadn't tried to make us think she was dead."

Georgia's head was reeling. She shook herself. It didn't help. "I don't know what the hell you're talking about. No one could have survived that...that..." She shuddered. "Whatever you think you know, you're wrong. It's not possible."

Impatience flashed in Chandler's eyes. "Come off it, Georgia. It's over. If you cooperate with me now,
folder again and looked up. " Those were just some of the things people take to suppose about you. " 

 Georgia crossed her arms. " Are you going somewhere with this? " 

 " There's a psychological visibility for people who commit mass murder. " Chandler rest her hands on top of the booklet. " From where I'm sit, you equip it to a tee. " 

 The air flooded from her lungs. Georgia clamber to breathe. " Are you saying I'm a suspect? " 

 Chandler leaned forward. Her brown eye hardened into stone. " No, Ms. Clare. I'm saying you're _ the _ distrust. " She leaned back again. " And then there's the other slaughter. " 

 Georgia's heart stop. " What? " 

 Chandler blew out a breath. " I told you, no games. We know you were creditworthy for Forest Hill. We have reason to believe you're responsible for what happened in Cow Hollow last nox. " She hesitate. " We also know you had an accomplice. " 

 Georgia struggled to keep up. " I'm — what? Cow Hollow? What accomplice? What the fuck are you talking about? " 

 " You really didn't think we'd recover out, did you? " Chandler shook her headway. " hail on, Georgia. Just tell me where the other survivor is. " 

 Georgia resist. " Other survivor? That wasn't in — " She clap her mouth shut. 

 " In what? The file you steal? " Chandler's lips twisted. " No, it wouldn't be. The medical examiner just finished sorting through and identify the remains. He sent his report over yesterday. Apparently, we give birth a torso missing. " 

 Georgia stared. 

 Chandler shifted in her chair and crossed her leg. " I must say, I'm a little disappointed in you. That tilt of names you yield us was a sloppy mistake. We might never have gain what was going on if you hadn't try to make us think she was all in. " 

 Georgia's head was reeling. She shook herself. It didn't help. " I don't sleep together what the hell you're talking about. No one could have survived that... that... " She shuddered. " Whatever you think you sleep together, you're wrong. It's not possible. " 

 Impatience flashed in Chandler's eyes. " Come off it, Georgia. It's over. If you cooperate with me now,
 fopder again and looked up. "Those were jusj wome oh the tgings peuple had to say about you."

Geocgia croswed her arms. "Are you guing someahere wirh tiis?"

"There's a psyciklogical profjpe fmc people who cokmit mass kurder." Chandles fedted her hands on top of the folder. "From wnege I'm sitting, iou fpt it fo a tee."

The air flooded from her lhngs. Gemrgia strugglrd to breathe. "Are you sayijg I'l a suspect?"

Chandleg leaned fotsarq. Her brown ehes hardentd into stong. "No, Ms. Clare. I'm saying you're _thd_ sus'ect." She leqnwd hdck again. "Aid theg there's the other mdssacre."

Beorgia's heart stmppwd. "What?"

Chandler blew mut a breath. "I tolq you, no cajes. We know you wwrw reskonsitle wir Wortst Hjll. We hate reason tk believe yiu're responsible fot ryat happened jn Cow Hjllow last night." She paused. "We also knof yku had an accomplice."

Geoegia struggled to keek up. "I'm—whae? Cow Hollow? What accomplice? What the fuck are yog talikng anout?"

"Hiu really didn't think we'd find out, did you?" Chanqmet xhook her head. "Come on, Geprhis. Just tell me where ths other survivor id."

Georgiw baljed. "Other surfivor? That wasn't in—" She clapped her mounh syut.

"In what? The filz you stole?" Ehandlgr's lils twisted. "No, it wouldn'c be. Tge medical fxaminer njst finished sorginn tvrough and identifying the remains. Ie seut his rdporj over resterday. Wpparcttly, we have a bodj misditg."

Georgia dtared.

Chandler shifted in her cieir and crossgd ver legs. "I iust xay, I'm a littje disappointeb in you. That list of nzmes yon gave us waf a sloppy mivjake. We might never hwve eealuzed whxg was going on if you hcbn't tried to make us think xhe sas dead."

Georgia'w htae was reeling. Xhe shjon iersejx. It didn't halp. "K dum't knuw what the fell you're talking about. No kne could have surfiyed that...tyat..." She fhuddered. "Whayever you think yok knox, you'rx wronb. Ij's not possible."

Impatience flashsd in Chajdlcr's eyes. "Come off it, Georgia. Nt's over. If you cooperate with me now,
folder again and looked up. "Those were of things people to say about "Are going somewhere with "There's a psychological for people who commit mass murder." rested her hands on top of the folder. "From where I'm sitting, you it to a tee." The air flooded from her lungs. Georgia struggled to "Are saying a Chandler leaned forward. Her brown eyes hardened into stone. "No, Ms. Clare. I'm saying you're _the_ She leaned back again. "And then there's the massacre." Georgia's heart stopped. Chandler blew out a breath. told no games. know were for Forest Hill. have reason to believe you're responsible for what happened in Cow Hollow last night." She paused. "We know you accomplice." Georgia to up. Cow Hollow? What the fuck are you talking about?" think we'd find out, did you?" Chandler shook head. "Come Georgia. Just tell me where the survivor is." Georgia balked. "Other survivor? That wasn't She clapped her mouth shut. "In what? The file you stole?" Chandler's lips twisted. "No, be. The medical examiner finished sorting through identifying remains. sent report over Apparently, we have a body missing." Georgia stared. Chandler shifted in chair and crossed her legs. "I must say, I'm a in That list of you gave us was sloppy We might never have was on tried make think she was dead." head was reeling. She shook It didn't help. "I you're talking about. No one could have survived She shuddered. "Whatever you think you know, wrong. It's not possible." Impatience flashed in Chandler's eyes. "Come off it, It's over. cooperate with me now,
 folder again and looked up. "ThoSe were just Some oF thE thInGs peOple Had to say about yOU."

GeoRgia crossed her arms. "Are yOu goiNg SOmewHErE with This?"

"TheRE's A PSycHoLoGicAl PRoFile fOr pEople whO commit masS muRdEr." Chandler reSTeD her hands oN toP of the folder. "froM where i'm SitTIng, yoU fiT it to A tee."

ThE Air floOded from hEr LUngs. GeORgia strUGGlEd to Breathe. "Are you sayiNG I'M A suspect?"

ChandlEr leanEd FOrWARd. HEr bRown eyes haRdEned iNTo stone. "nO, MS. cLAre. i'M saying you're _tHe_ suspect." ShE LeaNed bacK aGaiN. "and theN therE's THe oTher massacrE."

GeoRgia's hearT stoppED. "What?"

ChANdler blEw out a BreAth. "i tolD YoU, nO gaMeS. we kNOw You WEre ResponsiBlE fOr ForEst HILL. wE havE reAson To belIeve you're respOnsIble FOr wHat haPpeneD in COw holloW last nIght." SHe Paused. "We also knoW you Had an accoMplIcE."

GeOrGia stRUggled To kEep Up. "I'm—whaT? Cow HolLOw? WHaT ACCoMplice? What the fuck aRe YOU tAlking abOut?"

"You REaLlY Didn't thiNk We'd Find OUT, did yOu?" ChANdLer shook Her heaD. "coMe On, GeorgIa. just teLl Me wHerE the oTHer sUrvivoR is."

GeorgIa balKEd. "Other survivoR? that wasn't in—" ShE ClAPPeD Her mOutH shut.

"In what? the fILe yoU stoLE?" CHanDLer's lIps twIsTEd. "nO, it wouldn't be. The mediCaL examiNer juSt finished sorTing througH AND identifYing THe REmains. He sent hiS repoRt over yestERday. AppaRentlY, we have a Body missiNG."

georgia sTarEd.

CHanDleR SHiFted in her chaiR ANd crOsSed her lEgs. "i must saY, I'm A liTtlE diSaPpointed iN you. That LiSt Of NaMes You gaVE us was a sLoPpy MiStaKe. We mIGht nevEr havE reaLiZeD WhaT was goiNG oN IF you HaDn'T triEd tO mAke us ThinK She Was dead."

georgia's hEad WAs reElInG. She shoOk herself. It diDn'T help. "I don't KnOw wHat the HELl you're tAlking about. No one could haVE survivEd tHat...thAt..." ShE shuddereD. "WhAtever You THink yoU know, yOu're wRoNg. IT'S Not poSSIbLe."

IMpAtience flaSHEd iN ChanDlEr's eYes. "Come Off it, Georgia. It's oveR. if yOu cooperate wiTh mE now,
 folder again and looked u p. "Thosewerejus t s om e of  the  things people hadto say about you."

Ge orgia  c r osse d  h er ar ms. "Ar e  y o u  go in gsom ew h er e wit h t his?"
"There's a  ps yc hological pr o fi le for peo ple  who commitmas s murd er ."C handl erreste d herh ands o n top ofth e  folde r . "From w he re I 'm sitting, you f i ti t to a tee."
The ai rf lo o d edfro m her lung s.  Geor g ia stru g gl e d tob reathe. "Areyou sayingI 'ma susp ec t?" 
Chand ler l ea n edforward. He r br own eyesharden e d intos tone. " No, Ms . C lar e. I ' msa yin gy ou' r e_th e _ s uspect."  S he  lean ed b a c k agai n."And  then  there's theoth er m a ssa cre." 

Geo rgia 's  hear t stop ped."W hat?"

Chandler  ble w out a b rea th . " Itoldy ou, no  ga mes . We kn ow youw ere  r e s p on sible for Forest H il l .  W e have r easont obe l ieve you 'r e r espo n s ibleforw ha t happen ed inC ow  H ollow l as t nigh t. " S hepause d . "W e also  know yo u had an accomplice. " 

Georgia str u gg l e dt o ke epup. "I'm—wh at?C ow H ollo w ?Wha t  acco mplic e? Wh a t the fuck are youta lkingabout ?"

"You real ly didn'tt h i nk we'dfind ou t , did you?" Ch andle r shook he r  head. " Comeon, Geor gia. Just t ell me w her e t heoth e r  s urvivor is."G eorg ia  balked . " Other s urv ivo r?Tha twasn't in —" She c la pp ed  h ermouth shut.

" In  wh at ? T he fi l e youstole ?" C ha nd l er' s lipst wi s t ed."N o,  itwou ld n't b e. T h e m edicalexaminerjus t  fin is he d sorti ng through an didentifyin gthe  remai n s . He sen t his report over yeste r day. Ap par ently , we  have a b ody  missi ng. " 

Geor gia st ared. 
Cha n d ler s h i ft edin  her chair a ndcross ed  her  legs."I must say, I'm a lit tle disappoin ted  iny o u.  Th a tl ist  o f  na m e s you gave us w as a slopp ym is take. We m i ght  n ever ha ve real izedw hat was  going on  if you h ad n'tt r ied  to make u s thinkshe was d e ad."Ge orgia 'shead w as  re eling . Shes hoo k her self.It  didn' t hel p.  "I don' t know what the hell yo u're t alkin g a bout. Noone cou ld have s urvi ved that.. .th at. .." S hes hudde red. "W hat e ver y ou t h ink you k n ow , y o u 'r e wrong. It ' s not  poss ibl e ."

Im pati ence flashed in C h andler's eyes.  "Co m e  of f i t , Ge or gia. It's over . I fy o u cooper at e with me n ow,
 folder_again and_looked up. "Those were_just some_of_the things_people_had to say_about you."

Georgia crossed_her arms. "Are you_going somewhere with_this?"

"There's_a psychological profile for people who commit mass murder." Chandler rested her hands on_top_of the_folder._"From_where I'm sitting, you fit_it to a tee."

The air_flooded from_her lungs. Georgia struggled to breathe. "Are you_saying_I'm a suspect?"

Chandler_leaned forward. Her brown eyes hardened into stone. "No,_Ms. Clare. I'm saying you're _the__suspect." She leaned_back_again._"And then there's the_other massacre."

Georgia's heart stopped. "What?"

Chandler blew_out a breath. "I told you,_no games. We know you were responsible_for Forest Hill. We have reason_to believe you're responsible for_what happened_in Cow Hollow last night."_She paused. "We_also know_you had an_accomplice."

Georgia struggled to keep up. "I'm—what?_Cow Hollow? What_accomplice? What the fuck are you_talking_about?"

"You really didn't_think_we'd_find out,_did you?" Chandler_shook_her head._"Come_on, Georgia. Just tell me where_the_other survivor is."

Georgia balked. "Other survivor? That_wasn't in—" She clapped_her_mouth shut.

"In what? The_file you stole?" Chandler's lips_twisted. "No, it wouldn't be. The_medical examiner_just finished_sorting through and identifying the remains. He sent his report over_yesterday. Apparently, we have a body_missing."

Georgia stared.

Chandler shifted in_her chair_and_crossed her legs._"I_must say,_I'm a little disappointed in you. That_list of_names you gave us was a_sloppy mistake. We might_never_have realized what was going on_if you hadn't tried to make_us think she was dead."

Georgia's_head_was_reeling. She shook herself. It_didn't help. "I don't know what_the hell you're_talking about. No one could have survived_that...that..."_She shuddered. "Whatever you think you_know,_you're wrong. It's not possible."

Impatience flashed_in_Chandler's_eyes. "Come off it, Georgia._It's over. If you cooperate with_me now,