Chapter Twenty-Four
Wednesday, 3:41 p.m.
The next several moments seemed to pass as if I really were inside a dream. I felt Sergeant Poole watching me from the corner of his eye as he parked his cruiser along the curb. I remained frozen in place, even after he cut the engine.
“Zee?” he prompted. “Are you OK?”
I gave a helpless shake of my head. I knew Detective Sharp had sent him to bring me back inside Barry’s house. And I knew there had been another body found inside. Memories of Barry lying in a pool of blood in the kitchen came roaring back, blocking out everything else.
Sergeant Poole must have helped me get out of the car. I heard him slam the door behind me. I barely registered the curious looks from the watching neighbours as I walked toward Barry’s beautiful Victorian home in
