She told him about the police’s discoveries while they were eating their sandwiches in the kitchen. Jason didn’t seem bothered by the details until she said that he was considered a prime suspect. Then he visibly bristled.
“You know, doing good deeds isn’t supposed to come around and bite you in the ass afterward,” he complained, tossing his crust back to his plate in disgust. “I knew you should’ve made the phone call.”
“Because they wouldn’t recognize my voice at all,” Flanna said with more than a little sarcasm. “Relax. Nobody knows you’re in town, and once Mrs. Lange is strong enough to give them a better description, they’ll take you off the hook.”
“And put that demon on it?” Jason shook his head. “We both know that’s not going to happen. Damn it, I hate having to hide.”
“You’re no
