CHAPTER 16
VIOLET
“Why is someone doing this?”
Lucas hugged me tighter as the car sped toward the beach house.
“I don’t know, sweets, but the police are involved now. They might find fingerprints.”
David had called them after a hasty conference with Debbie and a representative from the legal team. Debbie had been beside herself, flipping and flopping between keeping the whole issue under wraps or using it for extra publicity. In the end, she’d rushed off to her yoga class, citing stress, and decided to sleep on the problem.
“I bet he wore gloves. I mean, if I’d left a blood-filled vase in somebody’s trailer, I would have taken precautions. And if he was posing as a cleaner, nobody would have batted an eyelid if he’d worn a pair of those yellow rubber ones.”
The police had taken the
