CHAPTER 22“—You didn’t do it, Jenny! It wasn’t you, baby…you just thought you did it! It was somebody else, it wasn’t you!”
Jonas, back inside the cottage, could hear Elizabeth saying it over and over again. Jenny out on the porch was still white and dazed, still not understanding. Inside, Sergeant Digges was still tight-faced and hard-jawed.
“It went straight through his heart on a line from that window ledge and into the cinder block there next to the fireplace.—I asked you about my taking out an appendix, doctor. Maybe you’d better study something about ballistics.”
The stinging sarcasm, the realization of his own folly, brought Jonas Smith out of the stunned daze he’d been moving in.
“—And I’m sorry, Miss Van Holt,” Sergeant Digges said. His voice was a shade more gentle. “I know i
