The Soldier's Wife by Sirena N. Robinson

Author:Sirena N. Robinson [Robinson, Sirena N.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, suspense, military, family
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Published: 2017-10-17T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

Beckett was woken at six a.m. by the sound of insistent knocking on her front door. Reaching out, she smacked at Murphy, intending to send him down to answer it. Frowning when her hand met bare mattress, she peeled her eyes open and crawled out of bed, grabbing for her robe and yanking it on over her shorts and tank. Stumbling down the stairs while shoving her hair from her face, she stepped down off the stairs and tripped, landing flat on her stomach. Pushing herself up, she turned to look at what she’d tripped over, a terrified scream wrenched from her throat when she saw Murphy laying on the floor, blood dried to a jagged cut on his head and congealed blood beneath him on the floor.

“Mom!” Rhys ran down the stairs with his baseball bat in his hand, and skid to a stop when he saw Murphy. “I’ll call 911!”

“Wait!” Beckett’s voice was shrill. “Get upstairs with your sister. Take her into my room and lock the door. Call your uncles, too.” When Rhys didn’t move, she swiveled to face him. “Now, Rhys!”

As her son ran to obey, Beckett carefully picked up the gun laying three feet from Murphy and held it against her thigh, moving carefully to the door. Pressing her eye to the peep hole, she felt a wave of relief and unlocked the door to Hattie Plunkett.

“Hattie, now isn’t a good time. We’re dealing with some stuff right now.”

Hattie’s eagle eyes moved past Beckett to Murphy still unconscious on the floor and the gun in Beckett’s hand. Paling, Hattie pressed her hands to her chest. “My God, girl. Shot him dead in your own living room?” Brushing past a shocked Beckett, Hattie put her hands on her considerable hips and surveyed the situation. “I’ll go wake Bart. We’ll need some bleach, a good shovel, tarp, and gloves. Make yourself a list and run on out to the store.”

Her lips twitching despite the seriousness of the situation, Beckett laid her hand on Hattie’s arm. “I didn’t shoot him. Someone’s been in here and knocked him out. I’ve got the kids locked in my room upstairs. Would you mind going up with them while I check the basement and try to get Murphy up? He’s still breathing, and there’s not a lot of blood, so I think he’s okay. Rhys is calling the other two and the police.”

Relieved, Hattie started up the stairs. “Best be calling Cassie and Alan, Beckett, my girl. I’ve come to deliver some very interesting information.”

Hands on her much narrower hips, Beckett watched the elderly lady move up her stairs. After she heard the door slam and the lock click back into place, she took the gun and headed into the basement to check for intruders, despite being relatively sure whomever had hit Murphy was gone.

“Why does everyone think I’m going to kill someone? First Savi, now Hattie. I must give off a homicidal vibe.” Muttering under her breath, she surveyed the basement and headed back up the stairs.

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