Warrior Son

“You loved him, but we both know you resented the fact that he never married you.”

Barbara looked down at the jagged ends of her nails. “Did someone really poison him?”

“There were traces of cyanide in his system.”

She jerked her gaze up, eyes flaring with surprise. Or guilt? “Cyanide?”

“Yes. Fertilizer has cyanide in it, Barbara. And you have plenty of that at your house. You use it in your gardening.”

Another flicker of unease in her eyes. Then she seemed to pull herself together. “Gardening was a hobby of mine. But a lot of people garden. That’s not a crime.”

“No, but slipping cyanide into food or a drink that someone ingests is.”

“I didn’t slip cyanide into anything.”

Roan worked his mouth from side to side. “Then maybe your son did.”

Anger slashed her tired-looking features. “My son did no such thing.”

Roan arched a brow. “Are you sure about that, Barbara? He resented Joe more than you did. He hated all of the McCullens. Maybe he even went to see Joe and Joe told him not to come back, that he didn’t want his real sons to know about him.” He paused. “Maybe he told Bobby that he’d never be a McCullen. That if he got any of the land, he’d have to work underneath Maddox like he was some kind of servant.”

Barbara shot up. “Stop it. Joe wouldn’t have talked to Bobby like that. He loved our son.”

“But not like he did Maddox or Brett or Ray,” Roan pressed.

Rage darkened Barbara’s eyes. “Listen to me, Deputy. Bobby and I have suffered enough. We have both been locked up because of that family, but we did not kill Joe. Now leave us alone.”

She whirled around and gestured toward the guard. “Take me back to my cell, please.”

The guard glanced at Roan, and he shrugged and gestured okay. But before Barbara stepped through the door, he cleared his throat. “Know this, Barbara. If you or Bobby did kill Joe, I’ll find out. And any chance of you getting free will disappear.”

She shot him a venomous look, then shuffled out the door with the guard.

Roan contemplated her reaction.

Had she been so desperate to protect her son and see him get what was owed to him that she killed the man she loved?

* * *

MEGAN’S HEART HAMMERED as tires squealed and the car roared toward her. Terrified for her life, she rolled sideways toward the sidewalk seconds before the car screeched to a stop.

If she hadn’t been so fast, the car would have hit her.

Her life flashed in front of her. Playing with her sister when she was little. Losing her. Losing her mother... Her father looking at her like she was nothing.

Being so lonely sometimes she thought she’d die...

Then that night with Roan...his handsome face. Him bending over her, making love to her.

She wanted to live, to be with him again.

Shouts and screams echoed around her, then a man raced to her and helped her up. “Are you all right, miss?”

The driver of the car jumped out, the woman’s face ashen as she stumbled toward Megan. “Oh, God, honey, are you okay?”

“Yes,” Megan said. She glanced around the street and saw several people watching while others had dispersed in fear. “Someone fired a gun.”

“I heard it,” the man who’d helped her up said. “But I didn’t see where it came from.”

“I think it was a car backfiring,” a gray-haired man said.

“No, no, it was definitely a gun,” another woman said.

Megan didn’t know what to think. But...she’d also thought she’d felt someone push her before she fell.

You’re just being paranoid.

Although she had expressed suspicions about Joe McCullen’s death, the only people who knew that were Howard and Roan. And they were on her side.

Of course Tad Hummings’s brother had cornered her in the bar—would he try to kill her because she’d helped send his brother to prison?

“Are you sure you don’t need an ambulance?” the driver of the car asked.

“I’m sure.” All she wanted to do was call Roan.

Then hide in the morgue where she was safe.

Except she needed to talk to Dr. Cumberland. And he wasn’t going to like what she had to say.

* * *

ROAN CONSIDERED QUESTIONING Bobby but decided he needed concrete proof before he did. Something that would force Bobby to confess.

He climbed in his SUV to leave the prison and phoned Megan as he drove onto the highway. Her phone rang three times before she answered. When she did, she sounded breathless.

“Megan, are you all right?”

“No. I mean, yes,” she said. “I’m on the way back to the morgue.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I went to meet Howard to discuss the tox results, but on the way back to the hospital a gunshot sounded. The crowd panicked and started running, and I fell in the street.”

Roan went very still. “You fell?”

“Yes, well, I don’t know. I thought for a minute I was pushed, but I could have imagined it. Everyone was running to get away.”

“Who fired the gun?”