Switch by Justine Wittich

Author:Justine Wittich [Wittich, Justine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Belgrave House
Published: 2011-04-21T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Reluctant sorrow was the only emotion Abby could scrape up. Warren had been a lying, faithless, cheating rat. No one knew that better than she. If the rumors were true, he'd also been a thief of the worse kind. But she'd married him and stayed married to him for nearly four years. God alone knew why, but still ...

"How did he die, Officer?"

An intent look came into Jonathan's eyes when she asked the question. Abby wondered why how Warren died should be of such acute interest to him.

"Mr. Porterfield from across the street was out jogging early this morning and stumbled over his body in that little park at the end of the next block." Lieutenant Jensen said solemnly. "He was murdered, Mrs. Garrett. Strangled."

The hollow feeling in the pit of Abby's stomach expanded. She couldn't breathe. It was as if all the air from her lungs had rushed to fill the void. "I don't ... I don't understand," she stammered.

"He was strangled with a silk scarf, and we found this sitting on his chest."

He gestured to the patrolman standing behind him. From a paper sack, the officer drew a large, clear plastic evidence bag. Staring out at her was her caricature of Warren's mother. The orange, battery-powered light inside the pumpkin no longer glowed, and the carving was weary and puckered around the edges, reminding her that, like Halloween, the pumpkin was yesterday. Just as Warren had been alive and still conniving the day before.

"This yours, Ms. Garrett?" Jensen asked. "I couldn't help but notice the other two out front. Same style of carving."

The reason for the lieutenant standing in front of her house inspecting her pumpkins for similarity made the huge ball of air in her stomach lurch. "Excuse me for just a ..." Abby clasped her hand over her mouth and ran for the half-bath.

The ringing in her ears stopped by the time she was finished, and after flushing, she sank weakly back on her haunches. Her hands lay limply on her thighs. Warren dead! Murdered. Who would do such a thing? Could it have anything to do with ...

Jensen's voice came to her from the kitchen. "I'm afraid I have to ask about your whereabouts from six o'clock last night until this morning, Mr. Morrow."

The balding officer's voice held a faint sneer, and Abby stopped breathing again. Asking Jonathan's whereabouts was just a prelude to demanding to know every detail of her own.

"Well, Lieutenant, I think Mrs. DeLucca next door can verify that I spent the early part of the evening supervising her youngest son during trick or treat." Jonathan's voice sounded bored. "If you check out the neighborhood, there are probably several dozen householders who will testify they saw me. People tend to notice strangers accompanying a child they know."

And the neighbors probably all wondered why Bobbi had entrusted a little boy to a man they considered a little too different, Abby thought. She scrambled to her feet in the cramped space and filled

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