A MATCH MADE IN MURDER (The Wedding Planner Mysteries Book 5) by Jeanine Spooner Read Free Book Online Page B

into.”
                  Sterling shot the man a sharp glare, but nodded and continued on to his family.
                  When he reached his dad he stated in a weak voice, “It happened again.”
                  Steve turned to stone, though his cheeks flushed red with fiery rage.
                  “How long ago?” he demanded.
                  Grady tried to soften his brother by placing his hand on his shoulder.
                  “The police can handle this, Steve.”
                  “Shut up!” he barked then reiterated the question to his son. His tone was steady, but Sterling caught the anger broiling in each word.
                  “Not long,” he answered. “Not a half hour.”
                  Kitty added, “She felt warm.”
                  That was all Steve needed to hear. He started for the woods.
                  “The bastard couldn’t have gotten far,” he snarled. “Grady!”
                  Grady lingered to offer Kitty a shred of comfort. His eyes looked panicked for her, and also scared, nervous.
                  Clearly, everyone had the same concern. The wrong woman had been killed. And Kitty wouldn’t be safe until the murderer was found and brought to justice. Sterling only hoped it would be the legal kind.
                  It was a very long walk to the house.
                  When Sterling entered the bedroom he was at a complete loss for what to pack. He didn’t even have the good sense to get a duffel bag from the closet. He was so overwhelmed, he couldn’t think straight. All he could do was sit on the bed and hold his head in his hands.
                  He felt Kitty’s warm hand on his back then she sat close.
                  She didn’t say anything. There was no way to make sense of this. Together, they remained in a puzzled, silent state.
                  After awhile, Sterling said the only thing he could think to say. “If anything happens to you it’ll be the end of me.”
                  “Nothing’s going to happen to me,” she whispered, but he could tell by her tone she wasn’t sure. Her voice told him she was terrified. She was as good as dead .
                  Being the incredibly strong woman that she was, Kitty gathered their toothbrushes and toothpaste from the bathroom then took to pulling articles of clothing from the closet, stuffing their belongings into a suitcase, while Sterling stared off into space.
                  He felt crippled.
                  Harrison’s command circulated his racing mind.
                  The killer knew Sterling. The killer had a vendetta with him. He hated him. He wanted him miserable and had taken out every woman in his life to keep Sterling in a lonely sea of darkness.
                  But Sterling could not comprehend that anyone in his life would do this to him. And by God, there weren’t even that many people in his life. He could count them on his right hand if he had to.
                  His father, Steve Slaughter.
                  Steve would never have killed his wife. It was inconceivable.
                  His uncle, Grady Slaughter.
                  The greatest man to walk the earth besides his own dad. No way.
                  Matt Harrison, his superior officer of the last twenty years.
                  Not a chance in hell.
                  And Kitty, the woman closest to him, the person most precious to him. Obviously, it hadn’t been her.
                  The list was that short.
                  “Babe?” Kitty said from the doorway. “Might as well head out.”
                  Sterling was slow to his