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Chapter Three

Trevor secured the area while he waited for the sirens. He studied the dead man’s unfamiliar face as he snapped several photos with his phone. A knife in the chest meant a frontal attack. Had there been an argument? Had anyone heard anything?

He hated that Jen had walked in on this. His abrupt reappearance had already disrupted her life and resurrected feelings she’d probably considered dead and buried. He saw the spark in her eyes again every time she looked at him, and it gave him hope they might have a future together after all.

If she could forgive him.

Trevor lifted his head and listened. Sirens. He hoped Jen had a chance to fill her parents in on the situation before the cops arrived.

***

Jen approached her mother, Sybil Green, a fifty-six year old who looked ten years younger. Jen tapped her shoulder and pulled her away from her three-year-old grandson. Jen’s brother, Thomas, had been the first to make his mother a grandmother and Jen a doting aunt. Followed by Jen’s sister, Madeline, who’d just given birth last week.

Now everyone waited with bated breath for Jen to find someone and settle down. Her heart cramped at the thought. The only man she’d ever considered possible husband material had been Trevor.

From the moment he’d sat beside her in sophomore English, he’d intrigued her. He’d disappeared after college, but a mutual friend had set them up again two years ago. And when he’d taken her to church to work in his niece’s first-grade Sunday School class, her heart had been his all over again. Then he’d stomped it to pieces when he left without a word.

Her mother frowned. “What is it?”

Jen swallowed hard. How did one say this? “A man was killed in your bathroom. The police are on the way. We need to tell dad.”

Her mother gaped. “Christopher! He’s sleeping on my bed.”

“He’s fine. He was still sleeping when I checked on him before coming to find you. Trevor’s with the…body.” She shuddered. Dead bodies didn’t normally give her the heebies. As an ER nurse, she’d seen death before in many different forms. She’d just never seen it on the floor of her mother’s bathroom.

“I’ll find your father.”

“What’s going on?” Sherry, her brother’s wife, stepped up beside Jen.

“Someone killed a man in mom’s bathroom,” Jen whispered.

Sherry paled and gaped.

It didn’t take long for word to spread. Jen looked for the cousin Trevor said was involved in selling babies—had he brought a killer here, too?

Justin Clark was tall, with dark hair and a smile the girls loved. He was talking to Pierce Hastings, a family friend and her father’s lawyer.

Trevor stepped onto the porch. Several police officers followed him. One of the officers held up a hand and her family quieted. “We’re going to need to take a statement from all of you. If you know anything about the man who is dead, if you saw or heard anything strange, would you raise your hand? We’ll want to talk to you first.”

Not one hand lifted.

She looked again at Justin. He was her childhood playmate, the cousin whose shoulder she’d used to spill her tears onto when Trevor had walked away from her without a backward glance two years ago. Justin had vowed to tear the guy apart for her.

His constant loyalty and willingness to be her champion stiffened Jen’s spine. Trevor was wrong and she vowed to prove it.

No matter what.