CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

"Is he the only one?"

The question hangs in the air amongst the three of us and Phoebe looks nervously at me through tear-filled eyes.

"I do not, nor will I ever regret killing John Campbell." I tell Alessandro. "He preyed on innocent children and when he got the chance, he raped my sister, so I did society a favor."

"What did you do with the body?" Alessandro wants to know.

"Why do you want to know? So you can use it against me in the court of law?"

Alessandro gets up swiftly from the couch. "You're meeting my family tonight, I'll pick you up at seven."

With those words he leaves, with me and Phoebe sitting there and wondering if this encounter truly happened. Neither of us has ever told anyone what happened with John Campbell. I had to hold a crying Phoebe for almost a year after the incident. In my opinion, justice was served.

Had we gone to the police, they would have done a rape kit, made her sit through court hearings, possibly testify, and relive the horrendous mom