Chapter Thirty
The brilliant lights of the diner burned bright and the happy jingle each time a road-weary traveled pushed through the entrance door hurt my ears. My mind swirled as my brain fought to catch up. It made too much sense not to be true. All the pieces of the puzzle had been sitting in front of me all along.
“That’s why you were there, at the house, the night they died, isn’t it?”
Teach nodded. “I was too late, just a few minutes. The place was already burning. The whole house had gone up, professional job. If things had been different, if I’d been quicker. I don’t know. I tried to break in, to save them but … I’m sorry, mate. I just …”
Teach looked as though he wanted to say more, but my mind was already churning.
What a goddamned i***t I’d been.
When Sarah had taken on
