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Sarah’s eyes narrowed. “Maybe it was you.”

Mia jerked back, as though Sarah had slapped her. “Me …?”

Sarah said, “You have blood on your hands …”

Gasping, Mia glanced at her palms.

Her stomach lurched as she stared at the red smears across her skin.

CHAPTER 59

SARAH

“It’s Chris’s blood,” Mia said, soaping her hands beneath the stream of water in the kitchen sink.

“Is that right?” Sarah asked, glancing at Jason, curious as to whether he believed Mia’s bullshit story. Sarah wasn’t buying it. She wasn’t even sure if she thought Alex was dead. She knew Grace was gone. She’d seen her friend’s severed head in the speedboat, which was now missing. Grace believed that Alex had been decapitated, and had claimed to have seen his head, but was that true? Had it been Alex? Or was Grace mistaken?

Sarah didn’t know.

Everything was so strange and crazy.

She didn’t know what to think. What to believe.

All she knew was that Mia was lying. And Alex was a deceitful, unrepentant schemer. He’d always been amanipulative scam artist. Sarah wouldn’t put it past Alex to fake his death so he and Mia could blame it on Phil. She was more inclined to believe that Phil was dead. That Alex had killed him, then killed Grace.

Sarah closed her eyes.

She felt as though she was going insane. Her thoughts terrified her. How could she be thinking of her friends dying? Possibly killing one another. Cutting each other’s heads off. Nothing made sense. Nothing seemed real. She’d stepped onto the island and into an alternate reality.

“I told you Chris is dead,” Mia said.

“You didn’t tell us how,” Jason said.

“You didn’t give me a chance,” Mia snapped. “You started interrogating me about Alex’s plan to make sure Phil didn’t destroy us.”

Sarah scoffed. “You mean Alex’s plan to kill Phil.”

Cutting off the water, Mia faced Sarah. “Alex wasn’t going to murder Phil. He was going to kill him to protect all of us, even you Sarah, not that you deserved his protection.”

“Are you serious?” Sarah asked, staring at Mia.

“But it’s very obvious that Alex’s selfless act went horribly wrong,” Mia said, her eyes watering, expression forlorn. “Someway, somehow, Phil killed Alex. And Grace. And Chris, who I was trying to help. That’s how I got his blood on me. Not because I killed him.”

Jason asked, “What happened to him?”

Mia sneered at Jason. “What do you mean, what happened to him? Some sick psychotic bastard killed him!”

“I meant …how,” Jason said, clearly making an effort to remain calm. “How was Chris killed?”

Sarah asked, “Was his … head cut off?”

“How the hell should I know?” Mia snapped. “All I know is he was dead and there was blood everywhere!”

“I don’t believe you,” Sarah said. If Chris’s head had been severed, Mia would have known. There was no way she couldn’t have known. So why the hell was Mia acting as though she had no idea if Chris’s head had been attached to his body, or not? Somehow, her hysterics seemed forced. Performative. Why would Mia pretend she didn’t know how Chris had died?

A strange chill passed through Sarah.

Sarah wondered if Mia killed Chris … if she’s the homicidal psycho … she shared that very theory with Jason earlier, but he’d shot it down, claimed it was impossible. But Jason didn’t know Mia the way Sarah did. He didn’t know what she was truly capable of.

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