Lindsey Benton burst into her fiancé’s bedroom one sweltering July
afternoon she expected to catch him cheating on her. But when she skidded
to a halt in his silent bedroom, she found that he would never cheat
on anyone again.
was alone and dead, his naked body lying obscenely on top of the sheets, a
bloody knife in his chest, the rumpled covers on the floor. She took one
look at his wide eternally unblinking eyes and felt her mind shut
down. Her ex-lover stared at nothing and blood trickled from the side of
his parted lips. A horrified scream ripped from her throat as she stood
frozen. And then hesitant steps took her to his bedside. Maybe there was a
spark of life left, she had to check. She touched him recoiling when her
fingertips touched the marble coldness of his flesh and was shocked when
her fingers wrapped around the knife. You can’t mess with a
crime scene, stupid! She wiped the blood on her clothes,
gagging, almost vomiting, then screaming again. Her gaze landed on
the nightstand phone. “9-1-1!” she said, whimpering, and lifted it up,
finding the line as dead as Colin.
familiar voice filled her head, that of her deceased mother. She always
heard her voice during trying times so it didn’t surprise her. “Keep
your head, darling. Keep your head.”
Lindsey muttered to herself dropping the phone, and backing up to the
window. Shaking, she threw open the sash praying for help.. Relief surged
through her when she saw an elderly man cutting his hedges at the house
you. Call for help!” she shouted, her voice shaking dangerously.
“Colin Avery was murdered!”
man looked up at her as if she were crazy and didn’t move.
dead! Colin Avery is dead! Get help! Someone cut the phone cord here!”
neighbor let out a gasp and dropped his hedge cutters, taking a panicked
step back. “You killed him?” Then, with venom that shocked her, “You
blacks are always causing trouble and I don’t care how rich your father
Before she could explain he spun and headed quickly toward his house.
Well, he could find out what happened later. Stupid bigot, but Colin
had warned her about his neighbor…she choked up a sob. Colin…dead.
Thank god the neighbor had at least acted. Tears coursed down her cheeks
when she glanced back toward the bed. Colin hadn’t been the man
she’d thought he was, having a buxom blond on the side, but it hurt her
that this had happened to him.