Page 105 of Love Takes Home

“Blood is fresh,” I reply. “He was the only one in here with her.”

“Who did,” he pauses and waves his hand toward Keith’s body, “that?”

“Do you want the truth or what we’re telling Sammy?” I raise my brow.

“What you’re tellingSammyis the fucking truth. No mostly legal this time,” Sam says through clenched teeth. “What did you touch?”

“The gun and Ginny. That’s it.”

“She okay?” he asks.

“She’s going to be fine. Physically.”

“He hit her?”

“That’s my guess.”

“Good.”

“Good?” Davis, Mr. Mills, and I all ask at the same time.

“Self-defense, gentleman.” He gets closer and kneels down by the body. “How many of these did you do?” he asks me, and I almost detect the hint of a grin on his face.

“I needed to make sure he was dead.”

“But three? Isn’t that a little excessive?”

“Is he dead?

“Yup, I’d say.”

“Then mission accomplished.”

“You’re trying to put doubt on who fired the kill shot, aren’t you?”

I shrug. “Ginny might have the right to walk away from this because of the circumstances, but that doesn’t mean she’s going to be okay. If I can take the burden of guilt off her shoulders at all, I’m going to fucking do it.”

“Even if it puts you in jail?” he asks.

“Even—”

“My client doesn’t have anything else to say,” Mr. Mills interrupts me.

Sam grins at him, nodding. “God, took you long enough to shut him up. Thank you.”

“Eh, I wanted to hear some of the story myself.”

“The fuck is going on?” Davis asks.

“I have to call this in. When I do, there’s going to be a shitload of officers in here, and these two,” he shoots his thumb our way, “need to protect themselves. Can’t ask any questions and get actual answers if there’s a lawyer telling them to shut up.”

“What the fuck?” Ranger asks, peeking around Davis and his father. “Oh, shit.”

“What?” I hear Tiny ask behind him.

“Dead body,” Ranger answers.

“Not Ginny, right?”

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