Page 23 of Only One More Lie

Most of these people were guests, but a few people appeared to work here—she could tell by the jackets and long-sleeved shirts they wore boasting the camp’s name.

How many of today’s staff were here last year as well? Who was here when the murders had occurred?

They would need to talk to those people.

They needed to figure out what connected the victims. It was the only way they’d find any leads.

As of right now, they didn’t have anything.

The FBI had released only a few clues about who the murderer might be and even those were iffy. They believed he was a male in his twenties. They thought he might have driven an old green Toyota Corolla to one of the crime scenes. He dressed in blue-collar work pants, boots, and a thick jacket.

According to some reports they’d read, cops had narrowed their suspects down to a man named Jesse Burbach. The mandidhave a connection with two victims. But on the night of one of the murders, he had a solid alibi. For that reason, the police had taken him off their suspect list.

That left investigators with nothing and no one.

Their drinks were served, and they were told to help themselves to the buffet.

The rest of the team headed that way, but Andi and Duke didn’t get up right away. Instead, she glanced across the room again.

Was the killer here? An eerie feeling washed over her.

She swallowed hard, not liking that thought.

Andi’s gaze stopped at a fortysomething woman sitting at a nearby table. Her food was untouched as she stared at something in the distance.

Andi followed her gaze. The woman was staring at Juniper as she talked to a tall, blond man wearing an official camp jacket. The two met in the corner and, based on how close they stood, there was more between them than a professional relationship.

The man touched Juniper’s shoulder as if trying to offer comfort.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Duke whispered in Andi’s ear.

“I’m thinking the two of them are together.”

Whoever that guy was, Andi wanted to talk to him.

As she continued watching, the man suddenly took a step back. He shook his head as if Juniper had said something he didn’t agree with. Then he scanned the room before his gaze stopped at their table.

Andi watched as his nostrils flared.

He clearly looked upset about something, maybe even something pertaining to the team.

What could that man have against the murder club? Did he not approve of them coming? Was that what his reaction was about?

Andi didn’t know. But he was someone she’d keep her eye on.

Duke had thoroughly enjoyed his food. But despite the late hour, the team still had work to do.

Before leaving the dining hall, they divided up the tasks they needed to accomplish. Mariella and Matthew would go back to the cabin and work on some admin duties, as well as fillout more info on their murder board. The visual helped them to keep their thoughts organized, plus they’d begun to feature graphics of it in their episodes.

Ranger and Simmy would check out the barn behind Juniper’s cabin. They had a couple of things to wrap up before they walked over. The team didn’t expect to find anything new, but it would be good to see the place where the last crime had occurred. They would also take some pictures so the rest of the team could see the spot where Calvin and Mary’s bodies had been found.

Duke and Andi would check the Burrows’ office for anything that may have been missed during the police investigation. He didn’t have high hopes there would be any clues there, but they needed to be thorough.

Juniper drove them to her place now. Apparently, she’d moved the contents of her parents’ office into the family home after her mom and dad had died. Then she’d set up a new office space for herself in the lodge.

Juniper escorted them to her parents’ bedroom and unlocked the door. That reminiscent look flooded her gaze again as she observed the space. Duke had a feeling she didn’t like to come into this room very often. Today had already been an emotional day for her.

He peered inside. The master bedroom was located on the first level of the house. A rustic-looking bed sat in the center of the space, a red-and-green quilt covering it. There was also a matching dresser and chest of drawers.

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