CHAPTER 54
MYRNA WAS CURLED in a fetal position, silent tears wetting her cheeks, ears straining to catch the sounds of the intruder. She’d heard him moving through the house, opening closets and cupboards, pushing around pieces of furniture. It seemed hours since he’d broken into her home, invading the space she and Harp had created together. An age since he had killed her husband and shattered her future.
Footsteps sounded in the corridor, moving down the hallway. Slow, deliberate. When the killer spoke, her heart spasmed in her chest and she pressed her lips together to stifle a gasp.
“Myrna, are you listening? You have no idea how much I regret this. Harp was an old fool, but you—you are a gem.”
The footsteps stopped. He was just outside the door, now. He had not yet searched the r
