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“I know you don’t get along with your cousins, Brooke, but you’re starting to sound paranoid You said yourself the man didn’t have Vincent’s build Maybe the sheriff was on to sos”

She bit down on her bottom lip The hooded man had been tall and lanky Vincent was muscle-bound

“Why would anyone froe follow me to Clayton to scare me?”

He pinned her with a stare “You tell o?”

“Well, yes, but Marty?” Sheto be a missionary”

“Soo off the deep end, Christian or not, when their plans are thwarted”

“Not Marty,” she insisted

“Who did the breaking up? You or him?”

Brooke gnawed at her botto of that awful day of the breakup and the broken finger Marty had said such s to her about Lucy She sucked in a quick breath Oh, oodness Marty knew about Lucy

“The breakup was mutual Sort of” She stared toward the closed and locked door Marty was tall and lanky

No, no It didn’t make sense

“You broke the guy’s heart, e you”

“I’irl that drives men off the deep end” The idea of Marty as a stalker didn’t compute

“You should consider the possibility At least tell the sheriff so he can check into Marty’s whereabouts tonight”

The only people who bore her any animosity were her own flesh and blood She knew Marty He would never do such a thing He had plans, goals, dreams

And she’d shot most of them doith the breakup