AGM02 - Deception at Castle Rock by Stoddard Anne Marie

Author:Stoddard, Anne Marie [Stoddard, Anne Marie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: cThriller, amazon
ISBN: 9781943587148
Google: yvlmCwAAQBAJ
Publisher: Gemma Halliday
Published: 2016-01-17T23:00:00+00:00

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"That was a waste of time," I muttered as I pulled the car onto I-75.

Bronwyn gave me a sidelong glance from the passenger seat. "How so?"

I inhaled slowly and pushed it out then reached down to fiddle with the AC. "Nothing Mickey told us proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that he didn't kill Sid," I said. "He claims Sid texted him first to lure him out, but that conversation is missing from his phone. He thinks someone could've stolen his, er, pocket watch without him realizing it, but there's no proof that he's not the one who—"

"All right, cut the pocket watch crap," Bronwyn cut in. "We're not at the station anymore. You can tell me what you really meant to say." I arched a brow at her, and she added, "Come on, I'm your snarky sidekick, remember? We don't keep secrets." Her lips parted, and she flashed me a toothy grin.

I turned my attention back to the lunch rush-hour traffic that crawled down the interstate in front of me. I know I can trust her, I thought, weighing my options. But she is the Sarge's daughter. "This doesn't leave this car, okay?" I briefly met her gaze. "I mean it. Don't tell Reese, Kat—anyone. The fewer people involved, the better."

"Cross my heart," Bron said, tracing an X over her chest with her index finger. She turned in her seat to face me, her green eyes bright. "So, spill! What awesome clue did you find?"

I rolled my eyes. "It's not awesome," I said. "In fact, it could potentially keep Mickey behind bars." As we pulled to a stop in the stand-still traffic, I turned down the radio and looked at her. "Okay, here goes. Full disclosure—I think I found the murder weapon."

Bronwyn's eyebrows shot up. "What was it?"

I gulped. "It was Mickey's pocketknife—I gave it to him as an anniversary gift in college. Has his initials engraved on it and everything."

Bron's lips formed a surprised-looking O. "That's not good," she agreed, slumping in her seat. "Where did you find it?"

"Near Castle Rock, in the bushes under the overpass."

"What were you doing in the bushes?" Bronwyn furrowed her brow.

"Don't ask. Anyway, if I tell the cops where it is, they'll find Mickey's prints all over it."

"True," Bronwyn agreed. "But what if they also find a separate set of prints? That would mean that the killer stole the knife from Mickey and then hid it after he used it to stab Sid."

"Yeah, but…" I let out a shaky breath just before my real worries came tumbling out of my mouth. "What if they don't find someone else's prints on the knife? What if Mickey did kill Sid and then hid the weapon?"

"Do you really believe that's what happened?"

"No—I don't know. I guess I'm afraid to find out that a man I almost married could be capable of cold-blooded murder."

"You still really care about him," Bronwyn said, her tone matter-of-fact.

I nodded. "Yeah, I guess I really do. More than I realized.

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