"I'm not talking about generalities. A specific fear. A person rather," she said taking another drink just thinking of the woman that killed her brother. She was out there. People knew what she looked like now. Though it said who drew the picture... would she come back and shut up all the victims she'd left alive?
"So you worked hard, it wasn't enough, so you're drinking since you have that nagging feeling?" Tracey asked. She could understand that. She didn't know exactly what Ernie did, or what was bothering him. But it seemed like there was something to bother everyone lately.