police found? Evidence? Any clue as to who is responsible?”
“If they’d found that, I wouldn’t be sitting in this truck. I’d be out looking for the guy.”
“So we’re right back where we were a few hours ago,” Stella murmured. “No suspects and no working theory as to who might be responsible.”
“Exactly. Although, if I had to guess, I’d say the place we should be looking is in DC.”
“You think Gabe is involved?” Harper asked, her throat so dry, she barely got the words out.
She didn’t want to believe her brother-in-law had killed her sister, but she’d never been able to discount the idea. There’d always been a tiny seed of suspicion. Gabe wasn’t afraid to shove people out of his way to achieve his goals. He was aggressive, determined and decisive. If he wanted something, he went after it.
He’d wanted freedom from his marriage.
At least, that was what Lydia had told Harper a few weeks before she’d died—Gabe asked for a divorce. He said he can’t do us anymore.
She’d laughed when she’d said it, as if the entire thing were a joke. Typical Lydia. She’d never been able to believe that someone could be done with her. She certainly hadn’t been done with Gabe. She’d liked his money, his community status, his beautiful home, and she’d had no intention of ever giving that up. Had that gotten her killed?
Had Gabe been desperate enough, frustrated enough, done enough to kill her?
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