“Rissa” Bernard wished at that moment that he hadn't asked her anything; the pain was ricocheting off her in waves, and he wondered what she meant by her last statement.

“Was her friend murdered?” he thought as he could feel his anger rise towards the faceless man.

“No, no. I am fine,” she said, waving off his hands. “I... I need to get this all out,” she said slowly, as if just realizing something monumental. “I... I never knew just how badly I needed to get this out.” She swiped at her face as a fierce look came over her 

The motherfucking bastard killed her, just as sure as if...