CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
His dark eyes widen. “Of course not.”
I don’t believe him. He moved in here immediately after I agreed to work for Mackenzie. He asks endless questions. He never answers anything and he knew about the whiteboard. Did he break into my house to steal it? Did I let a killer into my home? I thrust out a hand. “You need to leave.”
He doesn’t move. “Margaret. I did nothing to that young woman.”
“Then how did you know it was Annie I found?” My breath comes in short bursts. He steps forward. “Don’t come any closer!”
He stops, eyeing me like I’m the one capable of violence. Maybe I am.
I edge toward the kitchen and find a knife. It’s a butter knife, so not exactly a weapon. Still, I feel better with something in my hand. “You need to explain everything. Right now.”
“Very
