The Approach

They were beyond nightmares. She struggled with the blankets, first too hot, then too cold. She fought the pillows. First they were too hard, then too soft, then too hot, and flipped over, blessedly cool, but only for a few moments.

And she woke every few minutes to stare at the clock, where the hands moved at a snail's pace, grinding out the minutes with hours that never ended. The conversation went on endlessly, raging arguments. Lauren pushing to kill Davenport to get rid of him.

He knows, he knows, he knows. Do you think Weather was gushing at you out of sympathy? Bullshit. She was doing it for him. And if she tells him that I believed that the other three were the killers, that Lauren did this and that Lauren did that, he'll remember that name.

He will remember that I am dead and he will conclude that you are a psychotic. Once he convinces himself that you are guilty, he is the kind of man who will manufacture the evidence he needs to arrest you.

He is crazier than any of us. He will do anything to win the game. He has to be eliminated. He's too dangerous to let go." Alyssa resisted. No. No, he's a friend of mine. He wouldn't do that to me.

He's got no evidence. You will manufacture the evidence if he's convinced you killed the three. No, no, no! Fairy took Lawrence's side. If we do it right, if we kill him, who's to know? A lot of people must want him dead.

He must have enemies all over the cities, all over the state, killers, drug dealers, gang members. If we did it cleanly enough, who'd know? With a gun, not with a knife, in the dark, one shot in the heart and run!"