Page 11 of The Woman Left Behind

“And leave you behind,” Harry said quietly.

I pressed my lips together before asserting, “If they have each other, they’re fine.”

Harry again was silent.

“Why are you asking about this now?” I demanded. “Especially if the statute of limitations has run out.”

“The Dietrichs reported quite a bit of their property was stolen in that robbery. Guns, valuables, even vehicles,” he told me.

It was my turn to be silent.

Harry shifted in his seat, and I did not at all like how uncomfortable he looked doing it.

He finally settled and stated, “One of the guns reported missing was recently found in Idaho.”

“Okay…” I said, not getting it.

“Lillian…”

He didn’t finish that.

A chill glided over my skin.

“What?” I whispered.

“I need to ask you for a DNA sample.”

Ice flooded my veins.

“Why?” I pushed out.

“I’m so sorry, Lillian,” he said gently. So, so gently, my stomach roiled. “The gun was found buried with two bodies.”

I shot up and raced to the bathroom.

I landed on my knees in front of the toilet.

And I got sick.

THREE

I Can’t Stop

Lillian

It was on heave two when my hair was pulled back to be held at my nape and a warm hand landed between my shoulders blades and started stroking my spine.

Great.

I was vomiting in front of Handsome Harry Moran.

“Get it out, honey,” he murmured.

Great times two. I was now crying.

Puking and crying.

Two bodies.

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