Chapter 50

Milliman turned his head toward Carter, "We need to get this taped off before the morning traffic starts." Then he returned his gaze to Ben. "We're going to need your boots."

Adrenaline rushed his veins. They were accusing him.

His fingers shook so bad he could hardly undo the laces. Visions of Stacy's busted, twisted nose flashed in his mind. Did they think he kicked her? His body quivered. Recalling how crooked it looked, a steel-toed boot certainly could have done that kind of damage. But surely, once they inspected his boots they wouldn't find evidence of blood or anything unless he'd accidentally got some on them when he approached her.

A lump clogged his throat, then dissipated when he remembered Stacy replied with a no when Officer Carter asked her if she was trying to say his name.

The coolness from the pavement seeped through his socks as he watched Carter look over his boots, then bag them.