Luke. It was just Luke.
She pressed her eyes closed as relief swept through her.
It wasn’t a killer.
It was her husband.
She looked up and saw Luke staring at her, his expression raw and unguarded.
In an instant, she recognized his grief. She’d put that look there.
How would she ever forgive herself for that?
She stood. “I’m sorry. I panicked and hid. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
His jaw tightened and then released. “Are you all right?”
“Yes.” She stood and stepped out from the pew, smoothing her jacket with trembling hands. “I just—I reacted. I didn’t think.”
He nodded but said nothing.
Her thoughts scrambled ahead. “Did you see anyone?”
“No. Whoever it was is gone now.”
She nodded slowly, her jaw tight, and looked at the empty sanctuary around them.
Nowhere felt safe for long. That was the thing she kept relearning.
Luke was about to say something when his phone buzzed in his pocket.
He pulled it out. “It’s the sheriff. Give me a minute.”
CHAPTER 13
Luke turned away from Jenna and kept his voice low as he asked, “What have you got?”
“A witness came forward about twenty minutes ago,” Micah said. “Claims he saw the shooter. Got a partial description, maybe a partial plate.”
“That’s good news.”
“Unfortunately, that witness was Travis Henderson.” Micah’s voice remained solemn.
“Travis Henderson.” Luke’s muscles hardened as he said the man’s name. “He just happened to be close when this happened?”
Why did that fact irritate Luke? Why Travis of all people? The man wasn’t trustworthy.
“That’s what he said.”
Luke looked at the stained-glass window nearest him without seeing it. Travis Henderson tended to show up whenever trouble happened—and Luke didn’t believe that was a coincidence.
“What’s his story?” Luke asked.
“He saw a dark sedan. The description matches what you gave me. Says he saw someone get out, take the shot, and get back in.”
“I wish it were anyone but Travis.”
“I understand that,” Micah said. “He’s enjoying being in the middle of it. You know how he is.”