CHAPTER 54
WITH THE STRONG possibility that someone out there wanted to kill one or the other or both of us, Ethan and I were still at Riverley two weeks later. Whoever had been involved in the shooting, whether it was Skinner or someone else, had covered their tracks well. There was nothing.
Not only that, Skinner had started his campaign for the commonwealth’s attorney position, and every time I saw a newspaper or pamphlet featuring his smarmy mug, I wanted to barf.
At least all the charges against Ethan had been dropped, and he had access to his property once more. The first thing he’d done was put the house on the market.
“I don’t ever want to set foot in there again. I’ll hire people to pack my stuff up.”
“Where will you live?”
“Anywhere but there. In a hotel if I have to.”
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