Peter Harding couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Kerry Anne Beauleigh, standing in a flower and leaf frame? Could it be? The dress. He remembered it. Graduation. In a rare moment of sobriety, Norma Jean had taken her to pick it out. The girl had looked magical in it. Hopeful, ready to fly free. She hadn’t known yet that she’d never be free. Not until he’d explained her options to her. Her eyes—they looked at him now with the same expression she’d had that night.
Wide, shocked. Accusing. Defiant, even as her blood dripped her life onto the white tile. He’d left her for Nadine to find, so she’d know what would happen to her if she defied him. Instead, she’d run away.
His hands curled into fists as a red mist formed before his eyes. It had to be Nadine. Kerry Anne was dead. He’d watched t
