we will fix this.” He spoke in an undertone, for Henry’s ears only.
“You can’t bring Jenny back.” Stark emotion shimmered in Henry, his brown eyes glassy with the sheen of unshed tears.
“We can find who did this,” Gerard said. “That will be a start for you and London.”
“London. Fuck, is London all right?”
And Henry returned, his brain jolted into gear again.
“London is upset. I’ll look after her.” His lips twisted as he forced a grin at his friend. “You’re not the only one hung up on an English lady.”
“You too?”
Gerard nodded, glad the cops had let him speak to Henry. Most cops would have pulled out their Taser and fired without another warning. Henry’s size had worked for him. Neither of the cops were big and having to drag Henry to where they’d left their cars made them cautious.
“Ready?” one cop asked, his tone skirting sarcastic.
Henry nodded and let them lead him away.
“They arrested him?” Isabella asked.
“Read him his rights,” Saber answered, a trace of disgust in his gaze. “Hannah’s retirement can’t come soon enough. We need cops who will use their brains. Someone younger.”
“Preaching to the choir, bro,” Leo said.
“What’s the plan?” Isabella asked. “No one I’ve spoken to saw anything. They were too busy trying to avoid zombies.”
“Same with the zombies,” Gerard said. “And there is no one the size of the guy I saw as London and I entered the clearing.”
“What guy?” London asked.
“I saw a zombie come from the bush, not far from where we found Jenny. He was big—at least I’m assuming it was a man—but most of these zombies are teenagers and kids. There are several big teenagers, but I’m certain I saw an adult. The zombies I questioned denied taking a toilet break in the bush.”
“Have you told the policemen you saw someone?” London demanded. “It wasn’t Henry?”
Gerard bit his tongue, counseling himself to patience. She didn’t know Henry like he did. “They wore a zombie costume.” He’d said it was a zombie.
“Just double-checking.” Bright pink collected in her cheeks and she averted her gaze.
“Cops are coming,” Saber said in an undertone. “Can we go, officers? I’m the organizer of the race and they’re expecting me at the finish line.”
“You can go after we take your names and ask you questions.”
They questioned Saber first, and he left after telling them he’d arrange representation for Henry.
It was three hours later before the cops allowed the rest of them to leave. A forensic team arrived and was still hard at work when they left.
“London, come on. We can’t help Jenny here.” Gerard slid his arm around her waist. She jerked away and his arm slipped to his side.
“I-I—”
“I’d never hurt you. Henry didn’t do this, London. I don’t know who murdered your sister, but it wasn’t him or any of my friends.”
London didn’t truly believe Henry murdered her sister. Not now that her brain had worked through everything she knew using rational thought. She’d seen them together, noticed Henry’s gentleness with Jenny. They’d made love before the race. That much had been obvious to her at the starting line. Jenny had been happy, happier than London had ever seen her. Henry had seemed equally smitten.
“I’m sorry. I’m a bit jumpy.”
“Understandable. Let’s clean up, get into warmer clothes. We’ll make a plan. You can stay with me.”
“No,” London said. “I’ll book in at the bed-and-breakfast for the rest of the week or at least as long as I’m needed here. I need to rearrange my flights, notify our friends.”
“Your parents?”
“Both died when we were in our late teens. There is no one else.”
“Jenny’s ex?”
“No! We have nothing to do with Royce. He-Jenny—no!”
“If you change your mind, you’re welcome to stay with me. We have a spare bedroom. I don’t expect you to share my bed.”
London’s heart stuttered
“You can’t bring Jenny back.” Stark emotion shimmered in Henry, his brown eyes glassy with the sheen of unshed tears.
“We can find who did this,” Gerard said. “That will be a start for you and London.”
“London. Fuck, is London all right?”
And Henry returned, his brain jolted into gear again.
“London is upset. I’ll look after her.” His lips twisted as he forced a grin at his friend. “You’re not the only one hung up on an English lady.”
“You too?”
Gerard nodded, glad the cops had let him speak to Henry. Most cops would have pulled out their Taser and fired without another warning. Henry’s size had worked for him. Neither of the cops were big and having to drag Henry to where they’d left their cars made them cautious.
“Ready?” one cop asked, his tone skirting sarcastic.
Henry nodded and let them lead him away.
“They arrested him?” Isabella asked.
“Read him his rights,” Saber answered, a trace of disgust in his gaze. “Hannah’s retirement can’t come soon enough. We need cops who will use their brains. Someone younger.”
“Preaching to the choir, bro,” Leo said.
“What’s the plan?” Isabella asked. “No one I’ve spoken to saw anything. They were too busy trying to avoid zombies.”
“Same with the zombies,” Gerard said. “And there is no one the size of the guy I saw as London and I entered the clearing.”
“What guy?” London asked.
“I saw a zombie come from the bush, not far from where we found Jenny. He was big—at least I’m assuming it was a man—but most of these zombies are teenagers and kids. There are several big teenagers, but I’m certain I saw an adult. The zombies I questioned denied taking a toilet break in the bush.”
“Have you told the policemen you saw someone?” London demanded. “It wasn’t Henry?”
Gerard bit his tongue, counseling himself to patience. She didn’t know Henry like he did. “They wore a zombie costume.” He’d said it was a zombie.
“Just double-checking.” Bright pink collected in her cheeks and she averted her gaze.
“Cops are coming,” Saber said in an undertone. “Can we go, officers? I’m the organizer of the race and they’re expecting me at the finish line.”
“You can go after we take your names and ask you questions.”
They questioned Saber first, and he left after telling them he’d arrange representation for Henry.
It was three hours later before the cops allowed the rest of them to leave. A forensic team arrived and was still hard at work when they left.
“London, come on. We can’t help Jenny here.” Gerard slid his arm around her waist. She jerked away and his arm slipped to his side.
“I-I—”
“I’d never hurt you. Henry didn’t do this, London. I don’t know who murdered your sister, but it wasn’t him or any of my friends.”
London didn’t truly believe Henry murdered her sister. Not now that her brain had worked through everything she knew using rational thought. She’d seen them together, noticed Henry’s gentleness with Jenny. They’d made love before the race. That much had been obvious to her at the starting line. Jenny had been happy, happier than London had ever seen her. Henry had seemed equally smitten.
“I’m sorry. I’m a bit jumpy.”
“Understandable. Let’s clean up, get into warmer clothes. We’ll make a plan. You can stay with me.”
“No,” London said. “I’ll book in at the bed-and-breakfast for the rest of the week or at least as long as I’m needed here. I need to rearrange my flights, notify our friends.”
“Your parents?”
“Both died when we were in our late teens. There is no one else.”
“Jenny’s ex?”
“No! We have nothing to do with Royce. He-Jenny—no!”
“If you change your mind, you’re welcome to stay with me. We have a spare bedroom. I don’t expect you to share my bed.”
London’s heart stuttered
Similar Books
