Lil’s leg bounced in a non-stop nervous twitch as she stared at the one-way mirror. Shivering, she pulled her sweater tight against the chill of the bare room and wondered who stood on the other side watching.
It’d always been a running joke; if anything happened to Rob, Lil would be the first person they’d scrutinize; especially after they pulled her reading list of true crime and murder from the library.
Rob used to joke she knew 350 ways to kill him and get away with it. If they got hold of her own works of fiction, she might as well kiss the rest of the family good-bye; Rob would have been half right.