CHAPTER SIX
Rylie rushed across the Bottoms’ property, meeting up with the man as he stalked across the unmanicured lawn. He looked harried, almost angry, a stark difference from the photograph, where he’d been smiling lovingly down at his new wife. His hair had receded a lot more, leaving a full bald spot at the top, but he was still fit and handsome, dressed in a formal, tailored three-piece suit that made him stand out.
Before she could say a word, he wailed, “Get out of my way! Oh, Marie! My poor Marie,” and shoved her out of the way.
Michael intervened, then, grabbing the man by the shoulders. “Hold on, there. Hold on,” he said, speaking in a firm but calm voice. “It’s a crime scene. You can’t—”
“It’s my home!” he sobbed, trying to shake himself free. “And that is my wife!”
Micha
