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And I’d definitely done that.
The emotional aspect of the murder made it hard to work out. I hoped that was the thing that would rule me out of the whole suspect pool, because I wasn’tthatannoyed at him, and any reasoning I would have for killing Declan Tierney was merely circumstantial.
The others, however…
I’d barely even thought about Guy and Michael. They seemed like such unlikely suspects when Alan was right there on a silver platter, seemingly with all the reasons in the world.
His motive was pretty clear: get rid of the guy making his life difficult.
So many of my theories felt circumstantial, though. Why would Alan—anyone—lure Declan to the bed and breakfast? That was the big outlier in everything. It didn’t make any sense.
Unless they hadn’t lured him there.
Maybe they’d followed him there.
That made more sense. My biggest fear that night had been Declan Tierney going to the bed and breakfast. That was why I’d set the cameras up, after all.
What if my gut had been right?
What if he’d gone there for some reason and someone had followed him? Taken the opportunity while it was presented to them?
If only I knew more actual information about the case. Unfortunately for me, I doubted Jamie or Noah would be forthcoming about any of the particulars, so I was going to have fill in the blanks for myself.
Christ, what had my life become?
Two weeks ago, I was working behind the front desk at a dentist’s office, thinking of all the ways I would run my horrid boss through a woodchipper. Not that I actually would, of course.
I didn’t have access to a woodchipper.
Now, I was running on Fox Point’s beach, trying to piece together who could have killed Declan Tierney and why.
If I removed the idea that he was lured to the bed and breakfast to meet his demise, then it made a lot more sense.
So, he went to the B&B, followed by his killer.
That didn’t really get me any closer to the rest of the mystery, but it wasn’t quite so baffling to think about it like that.
But who followed him?
I hadn’t seen anything—no cars, no people, nothing that would help me answer that question, but that didn’t mean much. Someone had obviously been there, and right now, my prime suspect was Alan Sumpter.
You know.
Because who my prime suspect was mattered.
I couldn’t just sit and do nothing. I wasn’t very good at that. I never had been very good at it. I needed to fix something, occupy my mind, and this was all I could do right now.
Despite what my mum said, it was pretty clear to me that Stephanie wasn’t interested in the business. She’d seemed exhausted, and while that was understandable given the situation she was in, she’d been married her entire adult life to someone who was nothing short of vile.
I’d want to escape and put that behind me, too.
Killing him did nothing but tie her to him even further.
Then again, she’d been groomed and abused by him for twelve years. Killing him was probably justified if it was her.
Ugh.
I just couldn’t picture her as the one who’d done it, but I wasn’t entirely sure about Alan, either.
