Chapter 30

Ben leaned his head against the steering wheel, feeling like a total jackass for lying to Cori. He hoped she hadn't seen through him, but there was no way he could tell her where he was. He feared he knew too much about the murders, and the cops would question him - accuse him of murdering Scarlett and Jessica if he informed them of his concern for Julie's safety.

He swallowed the lump in his throat as he recalled the story of his grandfather murdering his mistress. He kept that story to himself, the best he could, but living in a small town, everyone knew everyone's business, and he was sure at times people still looked at him in disdain, doubting his moral character because of it. It had become especially evident a few years back when James Franklin wrote that book about a handful of murders that occurred in the city. The stories dated back to prohibition and included his grandfather's story. That book seemed to refresh everybody's memory of his lineage.