Page 66 of The Perfect Accomplice

“Of course,” Jessie replied. “What can I do for you?”

Kat stared at her with lost, helpless eyes.

“Mitch is dead,” she whispered.

“I know, sweetie,” Jessie whispered back. “I’m so sorry.”

Kat shivered violently, as if the truth of what had happened was at first consuming her, and then passing through her system. Tears filled her eyes, and her whole body appeared to hiccup violently. Then she leaned over, wrapped her arms around Jessie and pressed her face into her shoulder. Her sobs made them both shake, though she didn’t make a sound.

Jessie didn’t speak. She simply hugged her friend back.

She didn’t know what else to do.