An odd thought crossed my mind at that moment.
Did she like Chuck or Harry? It couldn’t be both, could it?
But with Melinda’s twisted mind, who would know what she was thinking?
Melinda’s expression twisted with rage as she took step after step toward Quinn and me. “That useless idiot Chester wants
revenge but is too afraid to risk his own neck. He couldn’t even fill the bombs on you two. I wouldn’t have had to wait until now if
you two had died in the explosion!”
She finally stood in front of us, her usual timid act nowhere to be seen. Quinn and I now realized she was about our height-
maybe even a bit taller.
I quickly glanced back at the edge of the rooftop. We were on the fifth floor.
Turning back, I asked her calmly, “Were you in on it with Chester?”
Melinda sneered. “Don’t think you can get me to admit anything. So what if I was or wasn’t? Do you have any proof?
“I only went abroad for a few years. When I returned, I saw you two clinging to Chuck and Harry like puppy dogs. You’re
