CHAPTER 9
KENNEDY WAS CERTAIN she had heard wrong. Noah was just a boy. A boy from a good family. He wouldn’t have done something like burn his house down. Sure, he’d been angry at his dad, but still ... Noah Abernathy, a murderer?
The police had to have the wrong information.
“He just got in a fight with his dad.” Kennedy heard the tremor in her own voice. Her face flushed with every pair of eyes staring at her, but she had to convince them they were wrong. “They were upset at each other. That shouldn’t mean he’s a suspect.”
Dominic pursed his lips together. “How well do you know Noah Abernathy?”
Kennedy ignored her burning cheeks and tried to remember if she ever had a single conversation with him. So maybe she couldn’t tell the chaplain about his life goals and ambitions. But still
