Pretty Dead Things

A killer is among them, and panic spreads, stretches its fingers like the fractal shards of ice chilling their bones. It hadn’t yet spread to the distant parts of her body—her bones, her blood, her brain. Earthworms breathe through their skin, through the cuticle, a thin, moist layer that protects the worm’s body while allowing for gas exchange. They finally closed both Izzy’s and Cat’s murder cases officially, and, though everyone was already convinced he’d done it, that final bit of paperwork has let the whole town exhale a collective sigh of relief. “That Abel Sherman,” Kennedy Claire says, shaking her head.