I might never forgive my brother, but I’m not taking his life. I’d rather have him suffer long and hard anyway. Like Willa did for all those years.
“Who was he talking about?” I ask Kincaid. “He knew who shot Willa.”
My question seems to snap him out of his shock.
Kincaid looks over at me, shaking his head. “I didn’t see it.”
“See what?”
He wipes his hand down his face. “When Grandpa died, Eden came to me. Things were falling apart with Willa long before that, but she waited until then to get close.”
“Yeah, and you fucked her.”
“That’s not what I’m talking about.” Kincaid shakes his head. “Eden works at the law firm that drew up Grandpa’s will. She had to know that it existed. Gordon couldn’t trust Willa because she and I were having problems. But Eden was still willing to help him. She was so determined to keep it all together. It started to change her. She was so… angry. I didn’t realize she’d take it this far.”
“How far did she take it?”
“This morning, I noticed one of my guns was missing when I went to grab this.” He holds his gun in his hand. “I didn’t think anything of it because it was possible I set it aside and forgot to put it back. But I didn’t. I remember putting it back. There’s only one person who knew the code to that safe. I told her when I was teaching her how to shoot a few months ago.”
“Eden?”
“She was always jealous of Willa. I thought it would get better when Willa finally left, but it didn’t. It just changed. I think— Fuck.” Kincaid starts to pace, and my arms prickle with that same feeling I got right before I went to prison.
I knew something was going to come down on us, so I drove straight for it. I took the fall before anyone else sensed it happening.
My throat is sandpaper when I meet Kincaid’s gaze. There’s nothing but fear there, and all the pieces come together.
How Ghost couldn’t track any of Zane’s men to Texas.
How Kincaid’s gun went missing.
How the person disappearing into the night got away so easily when I rolled up on my bike.
How Gordon said the person who shot Willa is just like him.
It was in front of us all along.
“Eden shot her sister.”
33
Willa
“Why are you here,Eden?” I track her as she paces the room, running her fingers over the edge of the windowsill.
Roses decorate the ledge, and she pauses on a fallen petal, delicately turning it between her fingers before letting it float to the floor.
“You couldn’t just suck it up.” Her face is cold—emotionless. “He should have gone with me from the start.”
“What are you talking about, Eden?”
“Father,” she snaps, catching herself and rolling her shoulders back like she’s hardly able to collect herself.
Tension radiates as she slowly tilts her neck, like she’s trying to stay calm. Her small fingers clench at her sides.
Eden has always been a ball of nerves. A live wire. She is rarely calm, especially when things are out of order,but I’ve never seen her quite like this. Like she’s walking a thin line and on the verge of snapping.
“I was always a better match for Kincaid.”
