CHAPTER 22
KENNEDY HAD READ ABOUT people turning white from surprise but had never witnessed it firsthand until now. The blood drained from Noah’s face as quickly as her stomach fell in her abdominal cavity.
“Wait a minute.” She jumped up. This was all some sort of mistake. It had to be. “Noah can’t be the murderer. His mom already confessed.”
“My mom?” Noah looked so frail, Kennedy was afraid he might fall over on top of the detective. Maybe she shouldn’t have mentioned Vivian after all.
Detective Drisklay appeared unmoved. “You know as well as I do she only said that to buy her son a little more time. She had her fifteen minutes. Too bad the rest of Boston slept right through it.”
“So how do you know it wasn’t her?” Kennedy asked. She had never believed Vivian was the murderer eithe
