Cape Refuge Series 2 in 1: Cape Refge And Southern Storm by Terri Blackstock Read Free Book Online

your gun kill Mama and Pop?”
    “I want to know that too,” Jonathan said. “Cade, you’re not taking me anywhere. I’m taking my wife home, and I’m going to look in that toolshed, and I’m going to get right in the face of every one of our tenants. I’ll see it in their eyes if one of them did this. And when I do, you can arrest me then, because that’s when I’ll be guilty of murder.”
    Cade snapped a cuff on Jonathan’s wrist. Jonathan tried to pull away from him, but Cade wrestled him to the ground.
    Sobbing, Morgan threw herself at Cade. “What are you doing? Cade, stop it!”
    Cade snapped the other cuff and pulled Jonathan up. He kept the thought of those bleeding bodies at the forefront of his mind as he forced Jonathan across the parking lot and into the back of his squad car.

CHAPTER 6
    A n hour later, when he could finally leave the crime scene, Cade pulled away from the warehouse with Jonathan still cuffed in the backseat.
    Blair hadn’t shed a tear yet. Instead, she stood on the gravel that filled the parking area, between an ambulance and the hearse where her parents’ bodies lay, feeling as if she had nothing to do with this scene or this circumstance. She was some detached soul, watching from outside the glass bubble that was her life, filing facts in her mind, filtering them, and coming up with answers.
    Only none of them fit. There were more questions for every answer, different answers for every question. It was as if someone had mixed up a couple of intricate jigsaw puzzles and she was trying to fit the wrong pieces into the holes left empty.
    Morgan, standing nearby, had a blanket around her now, but she was still shivering so hard that Blair thought she needed medical attention. “He didn’t do it,” Morgan said as the car pulled out of sight.
    “Morgan, we don’t know who did it.”
    “My husband did not kill Mama and Pop!” Morgan bit out again.
    “He fought with them this morning, Morgan. It was his gun.”
    Morgan started walking toward Jonathan’s truck, which he had left parked haphazardly at the edge of the parking lot. “Where are you going?” Blair asked.
    “Away from here,” her sister said.
    Blair tried to shake herself out of her morbid detachment and think. She had all her faculties—her heart was still beating, her lungs still took in air, her mind still processed the things that were happening. She had to think and act. She had to do what needed to be done. “Don’t go home,” she said. “You ought to stay away from Hanover House.”
    “Why?” Morgan turned around. “There are people there who need to know.”
    “ They might be the killers!” Blair shouted.
    “How can they be if Jonathan is?” Morgan screamed back.
    “Make up your mind, Blair.”
    “ Somebody did this, Morgan. We have to be careful. We don’t know who it was. Or why.”
    “We know who it was not, ” Morgan rasped. “It was not Jonathan.” She turned around and shook her head, running her fingers through her hair. “I’ve got to get him out,” she said. “I’ve got to go down there and convince them that he didn’t do it. Oh, where are my keys?”
    One of the cops who had just come out of the building walked toward her. “Morgan, are you all right?”
    She opened the door to Jonathan’s truck, and the bell began to ring. Jonathan had left the keys in the ignition.
    “Don’t let her drive, Doug,” Blair said. “She’s in no shape to drive.”
    Morgan was sobbing when she turned back to her sister. “Just tell me one thing, Blair. He’s your brother-in-law. You know him. Okay, so you don’t get along that well. But you were my maid of honor just a few months ago. You were right there beside me when I married him. How could you give us your blessing and be so happy for us and now turn around and think he could have done this?”
    “I didn’t think anybody could have done this,” Blair said. “But somebody did. And the evidence is pointing toward