RONALD
I blew out a breath, staring at the mess in front of me. I’d expected some kind of ploy or Lydia’s desperate attempt to get my attention but this?
“I need you to tell me exactly what happened here.” I said in a low voice.
Lydia stepped forward, wrapping her arms around herself. Her eyes were dull, makeup smudged and her hair a mess. “I… I came home from the bar,” she said, her voice trembling, “and the front door was unlocked.”
I raised a brow.
“I thought I’d just forgotten to lock it, I do that sometimes, but then I walked into the kitchen and…” Her eyes dropped to the body on the floor, the pool of crimson still spreading. “He was already inside. I think he was looking for something. I panicked, Ronald.”
“So you killed him because he was looking for something?” I crossed my
