"I wish it was a joke, bu' it isn't. I--actually, I don't know who it was. I caught him in Ian's study an' didn't 'xactly have the toime t'ask 'cause he was attackin' me. I didn't---wanna kill him, Kit, I jus'--I--there was thi--this le'er opener an' I took it an'---it was all happenin' so fast."
Secrets:
So many questions swan through her head, making her temples throb with worry. Of for it to be five minutes ago, when she didn’t know this and the biggest concern of the day had been where to go for dinner!
“Does Ian......know about this?”.
A good start - logical. Kit hoped that way of thinking held out, because it could surely turn into a babbling mess any second if she didn’t mind herself.
“What did you...........do with.....the body? Afterwards, I mean?”.
Slightly worse. Or gorier...whatever. But the practicalities of anything were alway the first consideration,












