The front door buzzer rang insistently. Tommy had just finished dressing. After a full night’s sleep, he was determined to get his act together. He knew he had killed his mother, but it was an accident. His mind reeled at the memories of the night before. Nobody would know he had been there. His head was throbbing and his gut still roiled in constant protest. Stabbing his finger on the intercom answer button, he took a deep breath and sighed impatiently. “What do you want?”
“Mr. Ripley? Tom Ripley? It’s the police. We need to talk.”
Tommy’s mind exploded in agony. They found her! Now they’re after me! He let go o...
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