Chapter 24
The noise brought people running backstage from all directions. I don’t know who reached me first, Detective Byrd or Peter, but I found myself wrapped tightly in Peter’s arms. I was safe. Looking over his shoulder as he held me, I saw more police arriving.
I quickly told the detective what had happened, even while Marcus was protesting his innocence. As I listened, I again found that there was no trace of his English accent.
“Detective Byrd, I think when you look in that box you’ll find the coat the killer wore when he killed Krista, and then took her body to Ed’s car. I bet there is more than enough blood on it to prove it.”
Peter showed the officer what box I meant, never letting go of me. As the detective ordered his officers to pull the shelf off the director, Uncle Char
