“What’s going on…”
What was going on was that, after pushing Noah out of the way, Stefan had grabbed Ginette and was presently holding the bloody knife to her throat.
“No one move,” he said.
“Stefan, put down the knife,” Chief Hatcher said, inching forward, gun pointed.
“Drop your gun, then I’ll drop the knife.”
“Not going to happen. You’ve already killed three people, nearly a fourth. Don’t make this worse.”
Stefan laughed. The sound filling the room, bouncing off the walls with eerie effect.
Noah eased himself up, better able to watch the unfolding drama. Demetri held him, Clara double-checking that the tourniquet was doing its job. But what he most wanted to do was to end this, all of it, the mystery of Cane’s Inlet, of his birth, the war between two families, of the murders of t
