A murderous summer

Chapter 15

She suddenly opened her eyes. She saw the ceiling. What had happened? My headache... She touched her forehead. She still felt in a fog. The drug was still effective. She sat up slowly. How long had she been unconscious? She didn't feel she slept. She leaned against the bed to sit on it. She rubbed her face, still trying to understand what had happened. Her headache was that strong? Her phone vibrated on the bedside table. With a slow gesture, she took it.

When the screen lit up, she saw the receipt of ten messages in the past two hours. No, I really didn't sleep because I didn't hear anything. And the messages came from her friends. The girl let out a sigh of relief. Christine said that she was unfair and Marco wanted know how they were both doing. He also asked them to join him at the dairy bar later in the evening. It suited her. Joelle could take the opportunity to talk with her friends about the strange boy mentioned by Simon's father. After dropping her cell on the bedside table, she took her end or year book. She continued her search, looking again at the same faces. Why she didn't recognize anyone? None seemed to have the same stature as him. Was she wrong?

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"It's completely insane," Marco threw, frowning. "Did you hear what you say?"

Joelle looked up at the ceiling and sighed. Christine didn't understand either. Yet it was so simple for her. If she slept, she would lose another friend. Or even her own life. She would be unable to sleep as long as this guy prowled around them. Makes sense, right? She replied that the drugs had helped.

"What kind of drugs?" Christine asked.

"Nothing illegal."

"So what?" Marco retorted. "How many have you taken?"

"Don't make a fuss," Joelle said, shaking her head. "I'm fine so let's move on."

"You have no special gift," Christine grumbled, playing with her straw."

"I have never spoken of a gift. Okay?"

"I thought we should stop arguing," Marco said, pushing his glass. "This is what we decided before DJ..."

"For some people," Joelle began, "it seems too difficult."

"It's true that I know my friends a little better, now."

"Stop it, please..."

Joelle supported Christine's gaze briefly before looking at her milkshake barely touched. They remained silent, but an uneasy feeling still hovered above them. Respect your plan. You were only tired when you went there. Now, you're okay. Nobody can stop you from going back. Leaving the house, she decided to visit all the places where the bodies were found – and where the murders were also held. She hadn't told anyone. She raised her eyebrows and looked up at Christine.

"I have some questions for you about Simon."

Marco cocked his head to the side, interested in listening to what was going to be said. The girl attacked directly the subject.

"I went to see his father."

"Why?"

"Simon seemed to know the guy. So I wanted to know if he had any problems with someone shortly before his death."

"Since he doesn't tell me everything," Christine said, casting a quick glance on Marco," I don't think I had such a conversation with him.

"What did his father say?"

"Not much," Joelle said, shrugging. "He told me about a guy with whom he had quarreled."

"I have a vague memory of it," Marco said, "and it had upset him. I didn't pay attention, but I don't remember if he told me who the guy was."