Interrogating The Bride. Carla CassidyЧитать онлайн книгу.
in Paradise” danced across the bottom of the screen. He hit the remote button to bring up the sound to hear a male reporter speaking.
“… Marie Carvel made a grisly discovery. Curled in a fetal ball beneath the gold and pink bedspread was the body of her employer. Jason Worthington had been stabbed three times with a knife that has yet to be recovered.”
Caylee shot up rigid, her heart pounding in stunned surprise. “Mute it,” she exclaimed.
“What’s wrong?” Micah asked, hitting the mute button.
She stared at him. “The gold and pink bedspread they just talked about, that wasn’t in Jason’s room. The bedspread in his room was navy. The pink and gold, that was the bedspread in my room.” She frowned. “While I was in the bathroom escaping out the window, Jason must have come into my room and gotten into my bed.”
“Wouldn’t the killer have seen his face?”
Caylee frowned. “Not necessarily. Maybe he had the blanket up over his head. He was childish like that.”
Micah stared at her for a long minute. “So, that means one of two things,” he said slowly. “The killer had to have followed him from his room to your room.”
“You said two things,” she said, her heart began to beat in an unsteady rhythm as she anticipated his next words.
“Or Jason wasn’t the intended victim at all,” he said, his words causing an arctic chill to crawl up her back.
“You were.”
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