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MURDER IN THE MORNING

When the car in front of Charlotte turned off to the side street that the officer was pointing toward, Charlotte was finally able to drive her van closer. She rolled down her window, stopped, then signaled that she wanted to talk to the officer. At first, he resisted and continued motioning for her to move along. But Charlotte could be stubborn, too, and she refused to move, finally forcing the man to walk over to her van.

“Ma’am, you have to keep moving.”

“I want to know what’s happened.”

He firmly shook his head. “This is police business. You have to keep moving,” he repeated.

“But Officer, I work for the Dubuissons.” She pointed to the house. “Please, can’t you tell me what’s going on?”

The obstinate man shook his head again. “All I can tell you is there’s been a break-in and a murder.”

Charlotte gasped as the meaning of the officer’s words sank in. A break-in and a murder? At the Dubuissons?

Icy fear twisted around her heart as the faces of Jeanne, Clarice, Anna-Maria, and Jackson flashed through her mind . . .