Chapter Nine
Raymond was just getting out of the shower as Iris finished drying her hair. She knew that just on the other side of the closed bedroom door was a woman whose brother had thought nothing of pointing a g*n at Eva, at her, and would have killed them without blinking an eye.
She remembered the look in his eyes, the same look she’d seen in the eyes of the man she’d shoved a knife into nineteen years ago.
“I can see you’re having some trouble with Rosemary, Iris,” Raymond said. “You may have put up a good front, but I know you well. You have something on your mind, so you should say it.”
She watched as he dried himself off and hung up the towel after running it over his short dark hair, which was starting to lighten. He strode into her bedroom, their bedroom, and rummaged throu
