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.

"By the time they'd pulled out what was left of him, a stab wound inflicted by a fourteen-year-old girl would have been the least of his injuries. Certainly, it didn't show up in the autopsy report. Witnesses at the time reported him, appare