CHAPTER 33
KENNEDY HAD BEEN WRONG. She had spent the past day fully convinced that once she got all the facts straight about the Abernathy murder, once all her questions were answered, she could finally rest. The case was solved, but that sense of relief she expected remained elusive.
The Lindgrens had gone to bed. Kennedy should be sleeping soundly now, too. She made it all the way to sunset with only a short afternoon nap, but for some reason her body still refused to relax.
She’d taken Nick’s Lord of the Rings volume out to his balcony and sat beneath the dim security light, staring at the same page for a quarter of an hour.
She tried not to think about Noah and his family, but that proved impossible. Where was he now? Nick said the lawyer would push for a reasonable bail, but they
