She wondered what mysteries lay in the house of Marion—or worse, Xander withholding so much from her. She had just discovered his role in Shirley's death.
He is not a vicious killer. He had sacrifices to make.
The underground layer was humid. She turned over to the other side of the mattress when the next drop of water hit her face. She scratched her fingers on the pillow. She stared at the silver caskets desperate for answers.
Jackson was just clueless when they both uncovered what was beneath the covers. A while ago he had just gone through the fact that he and Xander set this whole place up as a safe haven.
Safe haven. Not like she hasn't heard those words before. A safe house, a condo. Then another safe house, a bigger condo. The irony was implying she was never safe in any of these places. What would make this layer any different?
