Booktree.ng_Forgotten-Witness

“Are you crazy? Are you crazy?” Bernard had said that
about twenty times and Johnson was getting tired of hearing it.
“Hey! Hey! What was I supposed to do?”
“Just …” Bernard sputtered. His hands were flapping like
wings “Just nothing. I mean, for God’s sake, you killed them
in cold blood.”
“You killed the other people.”
“They were half dead,” Bernard wailed. “We needed the
night girl to find them. We agreed. She would find them and
assume they all just passed away in their sleep. It’s not like it
would have been unexpected.” Bernard paced. He threw up his
hands. “What were we thinking? It was a stupid plan. Now
there are two girls with bullets in them. We can’t do this. It
was wrong from the start. We have to call someone. I’m not
going to be running for the rest of my life. I won’t, Johnson. It
will be fine. If we turn ourselves in now and explain…
Look… Here’s how it is.”
Bernard bumped around his desk, knocking things over in
the dark, opening drawers until he found his flashlight. His
hands were shaking so badly the darn light danced all over the
place. He babbled as he fell into his chair and pulled the phone
toward him.
“Here’s what we say. We say they surprised you. It was selfdefense.
You are security and it was storming. Totally
understandable on a night like this. And the other three?
Natural causes. That’s how we explain that. I mean, since we
didn’t get to Emily no one is going to think that we were …
we were…”
Bernard juggled with the receiver. It flew out of his hands
but he caught it and held it to his chest. Johnson stepped
forward and put his hands on the desk.
“Say it Bernard. No one would think we were going to
exterminate them. Is that what people won’t think?”
“Well, yes.”