CHAPTER NINETEEN
“Ethan killed another man – his cousin,” Ashley told Brett as he stumbled into the kitchen of the lake house, appearing still half asleep.
She was glad her fiancé had been able to rest. It was only seven o’clock, but she’d been up for almost two hours. A nightmare had woken her – Ethan standing beside her bed again – and although she’d tried, she couldn’t fall back to sleep.
“Are you serious?” he asked, his eyes opening wide as though the information had jolted him awake. “His own relative?”
It seemed that getting his revenge was more important to her ex-husband than the life of someone who shared his own blood.
Ashley nodded. “All those sightings in Alabama weren’t of Ethan. It was his cousin, Ray, and now he’s dead.”
She’d warned Detective Lansing that the pol
