Chapter 15

"You want to what?" Travis jabbed each word into his phone like an accusatory finger. "Speak slower so I have a second to find my jaw. It fell off somewhere between yellow jacket and you thinking about trespassing."

I gulped down a breath of air and then funneled it out, long and steady. I sat inside Bernadette next to the air pump at a nearby gas station while trying to work out what to do next. It was broad daylight, hardly the time to do any snooping at Jake's house. In the back of my mind, though, I was making plans to do just that.

"Jake's fiancée didn't seem to know anything about burning candles, but what if it's all an act?" I lowered my voice even though my car windows were only open a crack. "What if she killed him?"

"Then that's yet another reason why you shouldn't go there tonight to take pictures," Travis said.

I could practically hear him rolling his eyes.