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August 3 - August 4, 2025
“Then I want to take a look at that ankle.” She nods. Crouching at the hearth, Tyler arranges logs and kindling and strikes a match. The flames flicker. He retrieves a pile of blankets from the closet and tucks a mohair throw around her legs, elevating her injured leg and placing it carefully on a pillow. He lights a wide green candle on the coffee table. It glows with the scent of artificial pine.
Brandon, her husband, is dead. And is—was—a murderer.
The meeting at Anderson’s between Brandon and Tyler was no coincidence. Brandon had met Jenna’s fiancé. Both of them were working on the house in Platinum Shores.
“My parents threatened to disown Jenna if she married you. How convenient that they died the night of your engagement party. But then Jenna dumped you. I guess you didn’t count on her being so torn up, did you?”
But the way that woman was insinuating things—” “Her beef was with Brandon, not with you.”
Megan retrieves Sean’s tool kit from the pantry. She pulls out a roll of silver duct tape and unrolls a strip, pressing it against the blankets covering his legs. His skin is streaked with angry welts, a purple mark rising on his temple where Hayley struck him with the hot poker. She passes the roll to Hayley, who finishes wrapping Sean’s torso and arms. Sean groans faintly, his face tight with pain.
“You’re alive.” “Yeah. Head wound.” Megan touches her hair. “Looks worse than it is.”
cannot believe how much pain and anguish that man caused. He’s responsible for every terrible thing that happened to your family.”