CHAPTER HUNDRED-TWO: NOW MORE THAN EVER

Simon’s POV

My hands were still shaking, covered in blood that refused to be washed away. The weight of what we had done was pressing on my chest, making it hard to breathe.

"I can’t believe I just dumped a body in a river.” I said, my voice thinning under the strain of the night's events.

"Well, you did," Olivia replied coolly, her tone was blunt and her face controlled with tension in the tightness of her jaw.

"What if someone finds it?" I asked, my voice nearly a whisper, as if speaking louder would awaken the consequences.

"Well, that’s why we used gloves," she said. "Our prints would not be found on her. And you said you didn’t touch her. Your hands never came in contact with her."

I shook my head vigorously. "No, no, I am sure. We had no contact. She only came in contact with my shirt when she grabbed my arm."

"Good. Good, you need to burn all that clothing, including the ones you have on right now and you need to do it immediately. We don’t know who she told she was comi