CHAPTER SEVEN
Ashley’s stomach dropped as she remembered the rumors that had plagued Sarah’s family throughout the teen’s high school years. Some of the stories may have been just that—tall tales and nothing more. But there had been too many accounts of a***e for all of them to have been false. And she’d seen the bruises staining the arms of Sarah’s mother with her own eyes.
An expression of surprise lit up Daniel’s face. “You think you know who killed her?”
“I’m just saying that I have an idea of who might be responsible,” she replied, glancing down at the three orange flags marking the position where Sarah’s body had lain.
Of course Ashley couldn’t be positive. But she knew that in most murder cases, the killer proved to be someone close to the victim. Sarah’s boyfriend had been in j
