“His name?” I ask through gritted teeth. She’s quiet, seemingly struggling to remember. Then a mousy voice pipes up, answering the question for her. “Xavier Delano,” she says. Jillian and I turn to the girl with short brown hair and round glasses. “That’s his name,” she reaffirms. “I-I was in the house with Addie, too.” “Thank you…” “Gloria,” she supplies when I trail off. “Thank you, Gloria. You need me to kill any assholes, too?”

