CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
GAGE SLUMPED INSIDE Ursula’s living room and seeing how he hadn’t made a flirtatious comment, she knew something must’ve been wrong.
“Detective Wilks called me.” He sat on the coffee table and dropped his head in his large hands. “They got the person who killed Lang.”
“Who was it?”
“Some guy named CeCe Babbitt.” He lifted his head. “He confessed to Detective Wilks.”
“My god.” She held her silk robe closed and sat beside him. “Why?”
“He was a salesman. Met her at her home and got infatuated with her.” He scratched his head. “He killed other women too.”
“God.”
He laid his hand on hers with sorrow etched in his face.
“We have closure.” She slipped her hand from his hold. “Aren’t you glad of that?”
“I feel guilty.” He turned his diamond-studded Rolex ar
