Maddie hadn’t exactly expected Caitie to agree to poke a suspiciously motionless man without an argument, but she was relieved that they didn’t have to stand here and bicker about who was going to check the guy out and make sure he was alive. They were out of view of the camera, but anyone could come along and see them at any moment.
And if that guy really was dead?
Bad. Bad, bad, bad place to be caught.
When Caitie mentioned blood, it felt like a bucket of ice cubes were forced down Maddie’s throat. She cast her gaze around to see if anyone was nearby. Voices could be heard in the direction of the swimming pool, but other than that, no other sounds could be heard.
“Dead…? Dead… Dead! What the fucking fuck is a dead guy doing out here?!” Her voice rose in panic.
There was a dead guy — a murdered guy — on the prison grounds. Which meant there was a killer somewhere around.
Maddie echoed her friend’s scream when the body moved, slumping into an angle that no living person would ever find comfortable. She probably would’ve stayed glued to that spot if Caitie hadn’t dragged her away.
“Oh, shit! What the fuck! We have to tell someone!”
But who? Who would believe them?
A million questions zinged through Maddie’s brain as she and Caitie fled the murder scene.