CHAPTER 41
IT WAS ALL very well me making that promise to find Lyle’s killer, but where did I start?
Most of my initial suspects had fallen away, and I only had two left—the man who killed Christina and Christina’s brother. I hadn’t forgotten the crazed glint in Kevin’s eyes at Harry’s house; he’d undoubtedly want revenge for his sister’s death. That, I could understand. It was just a shame he’d fixated on Ethan being the culprit.
And—plot twist—whoever shot at us also had an accomplice. The shooter was in the back of the BMW, and since nobody had perfected the concept of a driverless car yet, someone else must have been behind the wheel. Either our suspect was working with a friend, or he’d hired labour in.
Neither option filled me with joy, but it could make our job a tiny bit easier
