Dirty
hands.
Helen avoided
her reflection in the mirror.
She turned the faucet on, and
started to get her hands clean. The tap water is so cold she
trembled.
Or maybe it wasn't the water.
She just couldn't stand
that sort of situation. Wasn't it disgusting ?
Wasn't she
disgusting ?
Deep down, she knew Kevin Peete was the innocent one,
didn't she ? Otherwise why did she just passed this deal ?
You
screwed up Helen.
But she was fixing it. Kevin was about to
get the testimony of James Parrish, was about to get himself free,
shooting down this fuckin' girl killer. And the little Danny Walsh
hasn't to get on the court. All was for the better, right
?
Wrong.
Joel Carlington was still free. He had killed
the girl... what was her name ? God, she was even forgetting the
victim's name.
Little dead girls... They were so many.
She
rubbed her hands stronger. The soap fragrance seemed so bitter,
suddenly. Eugene's voice too, as it resounded in her head.
"And
now Helen ? Now that's the wrong who's convicted ?"
Fuck
you Eugene.
They were both guilty.
Yeah. And her hands
wasn't that dirty.
She turned the faucet off.
