Chapter 17. Weird

I sat with Dario and his family for breakfast, but Dario was unusually quiet. I need to find out about Dale and ensure there will be no way of that video getting seen.

Looking at him, he is happily driving while whistling to himself.

"Dario."

"Yes, my little rabbit." He turns and smiles before continuing.

"What happened with Dale?"

"He died."

I glance at him. He's so fucking unbelievable. He knows exactly what I mean. "Dario."

"Nothing, he didn't speak. I moved him downstairs, and well, he had a fall and died."

"You kicked him down the stairs."

"Something like that little rabbit. My arms were getting tired of dragging him."

His words have me laughing. Yet the fear builds in me. "Dario, I'm worried."

"Why? He's dead."

Sighing, I nod. "But the video, others who may know?" I peer at him, waiting.

"Doubtful anyone does. If they knew about the video, that means they k