“You fucking killed him,” Briem chokes out, glancing from Chapman’s dead body to me and back. Surprise is written all over his face, almost as if he can’t believe his eyes. “He’s dead.” Unbothered, I shrug. “Now you have a cover story.” “A cover story?” He blinks at me. “I attacked and killed your colleague before I knocked you out and left you unconscious at the side of the road.”
