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Chapter Twenty-Seven

Morgan stood in the foyer of Eliza’s house. Through a tall window next to the front door, she could see activity at the bottom of the driveway. Cameramen were packing up equipment as reporters climbed into vans. It seemed as if one or two news vans had already left.

“Is something going on?” she asked the deputy zipping his jacket at the front door.

“Yes, ma’am.” He settled his hat on his head. “The sheriff just announced that the female body found this morning has been officially identified as the missing woman, Shannon Yates.”

The media would want to jump on the new story. Maybe they’d leave Haley alone for a while.

“You’ll let us know if you have news about Adam?” Morgan asked.

“Yes, ma’am.” The deputy let himself out.

Morgan locked the door behind him.

Lance and the bodyguard were conferring down the hall. Morgan headed for the basement door. She wanted to check in with Haley and see how her appointment with the psychiatrist had gone. The basement was chilly, and the smell of sawdust made her sneeze. Haley was painting at an easel. Eliza and Sharp were standing behind her, looking over her shoulder with worried eyes.

Haley looked battered. Her eyes were sunken, her face ghostly.

“Art therapy?” Morgan walked closer, her heart clenching. The poor girl.

“Yes.” Haley didn’t look at her. Her painting held all her attention. “I’d forgotten how much I like to paint.”

Morgan drew up as she took in the red on red of the canvas. At first glance, the swirls seemed chaotic, but the shape of two hands, palms up, soon took shape. Two immediate associations came to mind. First, the literal interpretation of Haley seeing her hands covered in blood. But a second, more metaphorical, meaning nagged at Morgan. Had Haley been caught red-handed?

She touched Eliza’s forearm. “I’d like to speak to Haley alone for a few minutes.”

“I need to speak with Eric before he leaves anyway.” Eliza turned toward the stairs. Sharp went with her.

Morgan stepped up next to Haley.

Silver glittered on the girl’s arm as she put her paintbrush to the canvas. An ID bracelet.

“You found your medical alert bracelet?” Morgan turned her head to read the inscription.

Haley shook her head. “Mom bought me a new one.”

“Have you remembered anything else?” Disturbed, Morgan watched the brush push and blend the thick red paint on the canvas.

“No,” Haley said too quickly. With shaking hands, she set the glass palette and brush on the worktable. She drew in a hitching breath, clearly battling for control.

“What’s wrong?”

“I try not to cry in front of my mom, but I can’t hold it inside.” Haley covered her face with both hands and sobbed.

Morgan rubbed her shoulder. “What is it? You can tell me.”

She inhaled sharply, lowered her hands, and hiccupped. “I had a dream last night.” Haley’s voice dropped. “It happened the other night too.”

Morgan had to lean closer to hear the soft words.

Haley’s eyes filled with tears and lost focus, as if she were looking inward—and seeing something horrific. “There was blood all over me. Noah was on the floor. Dying. He whispered that I killed him.” Her brows lowered. “Or at least I think it was him. His lips weren’t moving, but he seemed to say, ‘You killed me.’”


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