CHAPTER FOUR
BROADVILLE PORT, MARYLAND
“I’m not leaving!” Winston’s voice bellowed from the front hall, interrupting Jonathan’s yoga session with Candra Martel.
“God.” Jonathan opened his eyes, sitting Indian-style on the white mat in the middle of the meditation room of his mansion.
“Who is that?” Candra uncurled her legs, her dirty-blonde ponytail swinging when she looked toward the door.
“My old friend.” Jonathan grinned. “Detective Winston Lewis.” He stood, holding the waist of his black track pants. “I figured I’d be seeing him again soon.”
“I’m not leaving,” Winston yelled again. “Jonathan, come face me like a man!”
Candra stood, pulling at her lime green leotard. “What does he want?”
“For me to leave Deidra alone.” Jonathan got his water bottle from the floor. “That’s not ha
