One Last Breath by Sarah Sutton

Author:Sarah Sutton [Sutton, Sarah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sarah Sutton
Published: 2021-03-05T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

A row of condos came into view as Warren neared the end of the road. They had already dropped Terry off at the station. The cops there were helping them by trying to get him to sober up. They had also handed his keys off to forensics, and Tara assumed they were now over at his apartment complex, combing through his vehicle for anything of substance.

Now, Tara and Warren were nearing the home of Mrs. Brennan and her daughter. Unlike Terry’s complex, this one was on a nice side of town, sitting on a dead-end street, facing the beach. They pulled into the parking lot. A glare reflected into Tara’s eyes, and she turned to see two young children riding their bikes around in circles as a father helped one of them gain their balance. Light reflected on the metal rims each time they turned into the sun. Tara smiled. It was refreshing to see a positive parental relationship, when she knew very well she was about to speak of a troubling one.

Warren parked, and they were soon standing two doors down from the father and children. Tara could feel his eyes on them as Warren pressed hard on the doorbell and they waited. A moment later the door swung open. A middle-aged woman with short, curly blonde hair and a toothy smile was in mid-laugh as she opened it. But her face fell upon Tara and Warren standing before her. The smile simmered, replaced with a questionable glare.

“Can I help you?”

A girl moved briefly to the door, as if to check who it was, and then disappeared into the kitchen. Tara assumed it was Terry Brennan’s daughter.

“Are you Mrs. Brennan?”

The woman nodded questioningly. She wore an apron covered in white powder, and she wiped a smidge from her cheek. She had clearly been baking.

Tara flashed her badge. “We were wondering if we could speak to you and your daughter,” she started. “We know your daughter was friends with Reese Tanner. We were hoping she might be able to help us.”

The woman raised her brows in surprise. “Oh,” she said, startled. She sighed, shaking her head briefly. “It’s a shame. That poor girl. She was a sweetheart.” Her mind drifted a moment at her words, and then she abruptly looked back at Tara. “Come in,” she added as she stepped aside, opening the door wider.

The condo had a cozy feel, with family pictures neatly placed on surfaces and in frames on the walls. Tara looked at them briefly as she took a seat on the couch. They were of Mrs. Brennan, her daughter, and others, which Tara assumed were extended family. Not one picture had Mr. Brennan in it. A wooden sign hung over the frames with the words Home, Sweet Home etched into it.

Mrs. Brennan took off her apron as she walked into the dining room and placed it over a chair.

“I’m sorry, my daughter and I were just baking. My niece’s birthday is tomorrow.” She was talking to Tara and Warren, but she was now in the dining room, facing the kitchen.

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