Chapter 147: Champions, Part 8

Michael

Charlotte gapes, stammering…. “But…. I stabbed him. They told me he was dead…”

“He died, yes, but not of a stab wound. He was chasing you, and it sounds as though you gave him a good run for his money. He followed you halfway across town, over the old river bridge, and died nearly two miles away….”

She’s bobbing her head as I speak, Michael eyeing her carefully.

Replaying events?

“…. He chased you through the traffic and went under the wheels of a truck, a twenty-wheeler. It dragged him some distance before the driver managed to stop the vehicle.”

Richly deserved too….

… Terrorising children….

She gawks at the top item on the sheaf I’ve given her, but I'm not sure how much she’s seeing. I spell it out for her.