Still far behind, and I have my CC class tomorrow, so writing is iffy...

Chapter Eight
Dead men really do tell tales, only you can’t tell if they’re lying, because rotting corpses don’t have facial expressions, other than the one they died with.

This latest murder had put yet another spin on the increasingly complicated mystery I found myself immersed in. Obviously – perhaps too obviously? – Jason had murdered Mr. Gaust. Or perhaps he was trying to cover himself because he’d been set up, which would make sense if someone else in the organization knew or suspected he was an agent. There was one other possibility, and that was that he was planning on setting me up, and the gun being there was just for safe-keeping.

( My mind spun as I constructed a scenario in which I was a pawn that would ultimately be sacrificed for real. )