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He watched the officers disappear I heaved a sigh,bad, I think”

“So it would seem” His spectacular silver eyes focused on ht?”

“My life is one giant soap opera, Vaughn”

“That would be a no, then?”

“That would be a hell no”

Michael had come to learn a lot about the Devlin family in the lastwith his wife Rosalie, as a bit of a herether in the Glades It was a community of wealthy homes in the north of Hartwell The Glades, despite their price tag, was not the prime real estate in town There were several houses down the coast from the boardwalk, separated by land, that orth ht-after beach houses that sat out over the water Michael had garnered enough knowledge to knoould be a craw in Devlin’s throat that he didn’t own one of those homes

Rebecca Devlin, the only daughter, left town four years ago for graduate school in England and had not returned since

Kerr Devlin, the second-eldest son lived in a penthouse suite of the family’s hotel, The Hartwell Grand

As for his second-youngest son, Jack, his house was a nice but average home in South Hartwell

The eldest, Stu, lived in a beautiful family-sized home on Johnson Creek The creek fed into Hartwell Bay on the southern coast If you didn’t own a rare, spectacular oceanfront ho in a ht a house on Johnson Creek Stu Devlin’s house was more than he needed It was also on the bend of the creek with a private dock, and far enough away froun and not be heard

Which meant no one knew Stu Devlin was dead until thearound with let herself into the house

Michael stood in Stu’s glossy white kitchen as Stu’s body, now in a body bag, was loaded onto a gurney There was blood splattered across the backof the kitchen that faced the creek Blood on the floor where Stu had died

From what they’d surmised, and they’d know more once the coroner looked at the body, the two entry wounds were alether And they were on the chest, near the sternum

The wounds were consistent with how a police officer was trained to shoot

There had been an anonymous tip at the station that Freddie Jackson was involved in the selling and dealing of cocaine No one had seen Freddie Jackson in hours He didn’t come into the station for his shift, and his car had been abandoned two miles from here on the side of the road