Becca.
After a pause, I said, “Neal, you didn't kill Tally."
There was silence on the other line for quite some time. I leaned back in my chair, wondering what could be going through his mind right now. I'd be able to explain what was going on soon for him, at least.
“What?"
“I saw the forensic report," I said softly, glad at the momentary distraction from my own thoughts to reassure him. “The bullet that killed Tally wasn't fired by your gun type. One of the Russians must have fired at the same time."
Had he been living with this the entire time? I felt my heart clench. Clearly, he'd regretted it, and it was a source of so much pain. In fact, I heard a choked sob come from the other line. I smiled to myself at the fact that now he could have peace. I wish he would've said something to me when ……
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