Chapter 14
Chris leaned back against the kitchen cabinet. “James said there was another murder.”
Dylan shook his head, biting his bottom lip.
“This guy is smart,” Ron said quietly, then looked up at Chris. “He set us up.”
“He made it look like we killed her,” Dylan said, letting out a frustrated breath. “She died in my arms.” Dylan set the beer bottle down, then turned and walked toward the laundry room in the back of the house, running a hand over his head.
“You recorded everything, right?” Chris asked Ron. “You can prove—”
“No, we can’t,” Ron said, looking down at his beer bottle.
Chris’s heartbeat quickened. “Why not?”
Dylan stepped into the kitchen and then slammed his hand on the countertop. “It’s all gone! The creep stole our equipment.”
Ron took a slow drink of beer, then said, “This guy is a step ahead of us.”
“What happened?” Chris asked.