Nate ran a hand through his hair, messing it up a little as he blew out a breath. “I’m not sure we can call it an accident when you repeatedly bludgeoned a restrained man, bro. There’s literally nothing left of his face.” Oh. Wow. That…explained the mess. For some reason, I glanced around the kitchen until I spotted what must have been the murder weapon. A granite duck figurine. A startled laugh escaped me, and I clapped a hand over my mouth to hold it in. “Sorry,” I muttered. “It’s not funny. Sorry. I just… You used a duck? What is with you guys and waterfowl?”
