Chapter 69: Simone

[Cara]

“You mean he saw his ghost?” Nancy’s brows furrowed quizzically, mirroring my perplexed countenance.

I don’t think Damon was making things up about a man who has been dead for over a decade and blaming everything on him.

Unless, of course, he was lying the whole time and was just trying to get out of his own cock and bull-story. But on the other hand, why on earth would he lie about it? He wouldn’t just shoot himself, would he? Because that would be total bullshit.

“He was shot by him.” My voice rang out with uncertainty, my finger still hovering above the touchpad, refusing to scroll any further. I’m quite afraid to find out something more that would henceforth burgeon my equivocations.

“By Burson?” Nancy gaped, cocking her head to the side as she leaned closer to the screen just to make sure we were reading the article right. “That could only mean he’s alive? But how? This article concluded his demise by an inferno.”

She directed his attention to the photo in the lower right-