‘You know, there’s one question you haven’t asked me, Mia.’ ‘What’s that?’ she says. ‘How long ago my last kill was.’ ‘And?’ ‘And what?’ I reply. ‘Ask me.’ She sighs. ‘How long ago was your last kill?’ Suddenly, everything inside me calms. The anger, the frustration, the shock, the upset, the longing and the spite – they all disappear within the time it takes to slowly turn Sonny’s pushchair around to face them.
No shot she killed Sonny?????
