"...and turn herself in. Nicole d'Armand, if you're watching this, please do the right thing. For Nancy, for our unborn child, for all of us."
Pregnant. Officer Nancy was pregnant.
The news anchor's voice fades to a dull buzz in my ears. My stomach churns. No, I didn't kill her. But I was there. I survived. And she didn't.
The TV clicks off, plunging the room into silence. The black screen stares at me. Jim stands nearby, remote in hand, watching me with an unreadable expression.
"Why are you helping me?"
"I'm doing as I'm told. That is all."
I frown. "By who?"
Jim's lips curl into a secretive smile. "Now that would be telling, wouldn't it?"
The remote thumps onto the bed beside me as Jim tosses it at me. Then he saunters away, unperturbed by any of this situation, and settles back into his armchair.
