beside the canvas bag. I pulled it open wide so she could see. âLook!â
Her hands stayed in her hair, tugging tensely as she peered down into the bag. âNo,â she whispered. âNo.â
âItâs the wire,â I told her, even though she already knew. âThe leftover wire. And the wire cutters.â
âBut, Marthaââ
âI killed Sean,â I said in a low, flat voice. A dead voice. âHereâs the proof.â
âBut, whyâ?â Adriana demanded, holding on to her hair as if grasping a life preserver.
âI donât know,â I answered. âI donât remember. But hereâs the proof. I killed him. Then I hid the rest of the wire in my bag.â
Adriana lowered her eyes to the bag. Then she shut her eyes, and I saw her whole body shudder. âWhat are you going to do?â she asked.
âTell Mom and Dad,â I replied. âIâm going totell Mom and Dad. I guess theyâll have to take me to the police.â
My words made Adriana jerk back. She fell onto my bed, her hands flying up. âBut
why,
Martha? Why did you kill him?â
âI donât remember,â I said, shaking my head, trying to force back the tears.
âI saw you two fighting,â Adriana remembered. âThat night in the cabin. You and Sean went into the back room. I passed by and I saw you arguing. What was it about?â
I shrugged. âI wish I knew. I just canât remember. He kissed me, I think. Or maybe I kissed him. And then we were fighting. And then â¦â My voice trailed off.
I took a deep breath. âI donât know anything for sure. I only know that Iâm a murderer.â
âNo, youâre not!â
Another voice invaded my room.
A boyâs voice. From the bedroom doorway.
I turned to see Ivan stride in. His black hair disheveled. His dark eyes wild.
âIvanâ!â Adriana cried, jumping up from the bed. âHow did you get here? What are you doing here?â
âI followed you,â he told his sister. âMarthaâs parents let me in just before they left.â
âBut what do you want?â Adriana demanded shrilly. âMartha and I need to talk. We donât need you toââ
He waved his hand hard, a rough, sweeping motion intended to shut her up.
His eyes blazed excitedly as he turned to me.
Has he been drinking? I wondered. Is that why he seems so out of control?
Why did he follow Adriana?
Why did he come here?
âIâI heard what you were saying, Martha,â he stammered. His dark eyes burned into mine. âYouâre wrong. Youâre not the murderer.â
âHuh?â I gasped in shock. âIvanâwhat do you mean? Why do you say that?â
He took a deep breath. His chest heaved up and down. Despite the cold of the night, his forehead was drenched with sweat.
âI know youâre not the murderer, Martha,â he repeated. âBecause I am. I murdered Sean.â
chapter 23
âN o!â
Adriana let out a wild shriek and lunged across the room. She grabbed Ivan by the shoulders and started to shake him wildly.
âNo! Why are you saying that? Why?â
He tossed her aside easily. She collided with my dresser, her face twisted in surprise, in fear.
âYouâre not a murderer!â she screamed at her brother.
âYes!â he insisted. âI did it, Adriana. I have no choice now. I have to tell the truth. I canât let Martha think she was the one.â
Adriana uttered a loud gasp. She opened her mouth to protest, but changed her mind. I saw her shoulders slump, the color drain from her face.
Ivan perched on the edge of my desk. His hand nervously brushed the small, black goatee under his chin. He raised his eyes to me. âI couldnât let you think you were the one,â he said softly.
âIâIââ I sputtered. I didnât know what to say. I glanced at
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