Somewhere, in the back of her mind, it registered that Smith said he had found the body. Found it. Before she could follow that thought to any logical conclusion, she was forced to start digging her heels into the floor to keep Smith from flipping her over.
"How were you involved?" Her eyes burned, wet and hot. "How? Tell me!"
Maybe she could choke him. Maybe she could claw his eyes out. She wasn't thinking clearly. Her hands scrabbled for anything and everything, whatever she could reach.
"You were covered in his blood?" Damp trails spilled down her cheeks. "So then how? How were you involved? Who involved you?"