ISBN: 9780373674602 - house of secrets (larger print love inspired suspense) (4 Ergebnisse)

Zustand: Good. "I did not kill Pastor David." June Presley Eaton tried to swallow her fear as well as the lump of grief in her throat. Her upraised hands trembled, and she felt the phone clutched in her left hand slip slightly. I have to maintain control. June lifted both hands a bit higher and forced her voice lower. "I found him. I wanted to help," she said to the man standing behind her. Please, Lord, let him believe me. It was a desperate prayer, and June fought a tightening sense of panic. She had a dead pastor lying at her feet and, she was pretty certain, Sheriff Ray Taylor and his deputies at her back, guns drawn. Without turning, June wagged the cordless phone in her hand. From it, the flattened and tinny screeches of the Bell County dispatcher bounced off the kitchen walls of the Victorian parsonage. "June Presley Eaton! Is that you? Don''t tell me you decided to upset Pastor David right before his big event! Someone already heard the fight and called us and Ray is on his way right now, and--" June hit the off button with her thumb. "I just got here, Ray. I wasn''t the one fighting with him. There are footprints leading farther into the house. See them? And when I got here, I could still hear someone back there." The lump in her throat had eased, but the fear still bore into her, tensing every muscle in her lower back and sending a shudder up her spine. Please, Lord. No response came from the sheriff, however, and in the silence that followed, June knew that all of Ray''s instincts had kicked into gear. His brown eyes scanning the room, he''d assess the scene in front of him with that precise, military-trained way he had of observing everything quickly before making a judgment. He would calmly evaluate the crime scene while she stood over a dead body, covered in blood, hands raised, cops clustered at her back with their guns pointing at her. June knew that only the phone in her hand kept her from looking like a suspect. She closed her eyes, praying that Ray would see the same thing she had as she''d approached the broad back porch of the White Hills Gospel Immanuel Chapel''s parsonage: bloody footprints leading away from the door and out into the yard. That had been her cue to fly into the house, calling David Gallagher''s name. June had entered the kitchen, moving fast, and her sneakers had hit the red pool gathering around David''s body before she could stop. She''d skidded and fallen forward, hitting the floor with a painful thud, her hands splashing down on either side of the butcher knife protruding from David''s ribs. Even during her years as a street kid, she''d never come face-to-face with violence like this. Once June had stopped screaming, she''d scrambled to her feet and lunged for the phone, barely having time to dial 911 before the screen door had banged open and Ray''s command to "Freeze!" had brought everything to a standstill. In the silence, a fly buzzed around her blood-coated right hand. Trying to look over her shoulder, June struggled to speak in a quieter tone. Control. Stay in control. "Please, Ray. I''m a witness, not a suspect." She took another deep breath, working to sound much more dignified than she felt. "And please close that door. You''re letting the flies into the house." No one moved. Then, after a few seconds that felt like at least a decade, Ray spoke, his baritone voice even and thoroughly professional. "Rivers. Gage. Clear the house." Silently, Ray''s deputies, Daniel Rivers and Jeff Gage, moved through the kitchen and past June and the pastor''s body into the main areas of the grand old Victorian. Over the next few minutes, their calls of "Clear!" echoed through the rooms. "Can I at least put my arms down?" "Why are you here, June?" "I came to confront David about what he''d said--" She broke off, suddenly realizing how suspicious that sounded. "About what?" Ray''s tone grew more agitated as he holstered his gun, stepped over David''s legs and moved in front of her. "What did you need to confront him about?" June straightened her back and took the holstered gun for a sign she could lower her arms. "What he said yesterday morning from the pulpit." The tension in Ray''s voice revealed his impatience. "About what?" "Hunter Bridges." Silence reigned in the room again as Ray simply waited, eyes dark and demanding. June''s hands suddenly shook at her sides, and she looked around for a place to put the phone, her words picking up speed. "Hunter Bridges is a canker sore on the face of this town and you know it. I don''t care how much David wants to see him in the state senate. He''s a lying, manipulative, womanizing cheat, and I don''t want him representing me or to have my name connected to his." She lowered her voice. "I''ve witnessed his ability to manipulate people to get what he wants. He''s propositioned two married friends of mine. I''m done with him." With no flat surface close enough, the phone grew awkward in her hand. A wicked pain snapped through her head, making her grimace. "David''s implied before that I support Hunter, and I''ve politely asked him not to. He did it again yesterday morning, in front of the whole church, and I knew polite just wasn''t going to cut it anymore." "So you were here to yell at him. You were mad." "Well, yes! I won''t have my name mixed up with that no-good politician Hunter Bridges." She threw up a hand in front of her face, then stopped, taking a deep breath to calm down. "But I was too late. When I got here, I saw the bloody footprints on the porch and I ran in. I slipped." She paused, pointing down at the floor. "I fell." "Is that why you''re covered in his blood?" She nodded. Ray''s gaze held an intensity that aggravated her growing sense of panic. "But you didn''t kill him." June''s knees began trembling, and she fought the urge to throw the phone at him. He''s just doing his job. Don''t lose it! "No, I did not kill him. David and I have been disagreeing about Hunter Bridges for weeks. We''ve debated over coffee, ov.…

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