Chapter 9
I found myself standing in the middle of my living room, arms wrapped around my elbows, staring at nothing.
My coat was thrown on top of my couch and I only had one boot off. I inhaled, exhaled, digging up out of my funk.
Sven had seen Ryder when he died.
Unless that was a vampire trick—an implanted suggestion.
Ryder wasn’t on the tape.
That wasn’t Ryder’s hand.
Was it?
My thoughts circled again, questions that just made more questions and answers that couldn’t be proved.
What if he’s guilty?
I’d stop loving him. Right? I’d have to. No one loved a murderer.
Liar,my heart whispered.
A knock at the door brought me fully conscious. I glanced at the throw blanket I’d been planning to crawl under, then pushed my shoulders back and walked to the door.
I opened it without glancing outside first.
I should never do that.
“Hey.” Ryder held a bottle of wine in one hand and his heart in his gaze. “Got a minute?”
I should say no. I should tell him to leave. Tell him I didn’t want to see him, couldn’t see him alone like this.
Don’t be sexy. Don’t be a murderer. Don’t be a sexy murderer.
He bit his lower lip and I was a goner.
“Sure.” I stepped back, let him into the house and shut the door. “Wine?”
He glanced down at it like he wasn’t sure it should be there. “Yeah. I feel like I owe you an apology.”
“For?”
“Letting my business get in the way of a police investigation today. With Jake and Rossi and...everything.”
Are you innocent? Did you kill Sven? Are you a murderer?
“It’s fine. Everything worked out fine.”
Liar.
I stared at his right hand holding the wine, trying to decide if it matched the blurry hand of the killer in the video. Maybe I stared a little too long.
He raised his hand, holding the wine out to me. “Uh...Delaney?”
Yep. Definitely a little too long. He moved to stand in front of me, close enough I could feel the heat from his body. I took the wine and set it on an end table.
Was it cold in my house or was I just a little too freaked out about my not-boyfriend being a maybe-murderer?
