Tanya nodded.
She sat in the back seat of the police van, Charles beside her. Her heart pounded, sending waves of heat throughout her body. She removed her jacket, folding it on her lap. Her head spun with thoughts and fears, vast uncertainties. Was Charles the killer who had been after her for all this time? Why had he been her friend? How could he have hurt Edda?
She felt a sharp jab in her arm and turned to face Charles, shocked. A syringe, with the plunger pushed all the way in, jutted from her arm, held by Charles.
He smiled at her as the world went away.