The body of Alasdair Fergus, Senior, lay sprawled in the study, bashed to death much like Josen Nevgeradel’s had been. Thea circled the corpse while Raldina examined the room and Benen eyed Alasdair. The man gaped, hands stiffly at his sides, and swallowed occasionally.
Relief washed over Benen. There was no way Evander could be blamed for this, not while having been locked away in the police station, and since the murder style was the same as Nevgeradel’s, that should clear him from that as well. The murder weapon was still missing, which was a bad sign, and Benen’s mind jumped around, trying to figure everything out. Who could have wanted a blackmailer and Evander’s father dead? The sister? He doubted it.
A weight dropped into his gut. If Evander hadn’t done it, his life was probably a
