Page 317 of Icy Cold Death

Even if it was only one victim at a time.

“What’s your name?” Bishop asked, pretty sure her husband told her, but with the adrenaline rush, she couldn’t remember jack shit.

The woman sobbed.

“Jennie Smithson.”

That registered.

They all looked at the woman. This was Brooklyn Ashe’s girlfriend, and Hailey’s wedding planner.

Holy shit.

What the hell was this?

Her partner was the one having the affair. Not her. So why was she here? Why would the killer go for her, and not the woman Cyrus was banging?

This didn’t make sense.

Until they figured it out, they knew they needed to get her warm until the ambulance came.

Tori took off her coat and wrapped it around her.

“Why were you here?” she asked. “We need you to tell us so we can find who did this to you.”

The woman was sobbing.

“I got a text earlier today. It was from someone warning me that my girlfriend wasn’t being faithful. That if I came here, I’d catch her with the man. Then, I could confront her. That was my plan. I’ve suspected something had been off with her. I had this feeling…”

Oh, boy.

Well, the only problem with that was Brooklyn wasn’t scheduled to be here today.

That was Monday.

Was that intentional?

Or a mistake?

And if this was Cyrus, why would he kill his mistress’s girlfriend? That wouldn’t shut the girlfriend up. Now, the three women were staring at each other.

They were all thinking the same thing.

Tori might have been right.

This single act pointed the investigation away from the man. This seemed to be a tactic to make his life hell.

To bury him.

Cyrus was deep in this, but what if he wasn’t the one orchestrating it?

Was he being framed?

By whom?

Only, they didn’t get to think more about that. They had a woman to worry about.

“Is my girlfriend having an affair?” she asked.

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