Page 209 of Positively Pricked
"Why not?"
"Because I didn't know who I could trust, and I didn't want you on anyone's radar."
"But why?"
"Because I didn't want anything to happen to you."
That sounded ominous, and I just had to ask, "You're notstillworried about that, are you?"
"No. Because I'm a lot better informed."
"About what?"
"Just between you and me?"
I nodded against him.
After a long silence, he said, "I know who killed my uncles."
"Seriously?" I pulled away and sat up. "Who?"
"They did."
"What?"
"Two hits," he said. "One on each other."
"Oh, my God." It was almost too terrible to contemplate. "How did you find out?"
"I got some hints, hired some people. Truth is, I just found out a couple of hours ago."
"Wow." I studied his face. "Wasthatwhy you were so worried about the alarm?"
His gaze met mine. "One of the reasons."
"Speaking of that house…" I hesitated. "Whose is it, really?"
"Mine." He smiled. "Legally, anyway."
I gave a confused shake of my head. "So, are you planning to keep it as a guest house or something?"
"Nah," he said. "I'm planning to let Teddy live there, well, whenever he pulls his head out of his ass."
"Really?"
"Yeah," Zane said. "After all, it'shishouse."
"But wait, you just said it was yours."
"Technically, it's part of the estate, but my grandfather wanted him to have it."
"He did?"
Zane nodded. "He hated what Bob and Kayla did, driving Teddy out like that."
Oddly enough, I hated it, too. "I can see why."
"And before he died, I promised to make it right."
