Lethal Little Lies (Jubilant Falls Series Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

we could work our way back. We could— we had to.
                  I had to be home to do that.
                  I was going to get home to do that.
                  I yanked on the door again and screamed.
                  “Help! Help!”
                  I heard footsteps—was it one person or two? —come to the door. There were two voices — were they two men? I grabbed the doorknob and pulled repeatedly.
    “Let me out! Who are you?”
                  There was the sound of a click, but it wasn’t the door.
    I turned and looked around. The bathroom was basic. The toilet sat in a small alcove beside the bathtub and the sink jutted from the wall across from the tub, edged with mildewed grout. The window was four glass blocks, cemented together and covered with a faded cotton curtain.
                  Suddenly, I felt my Blackberry vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it from my pocket and pushed the button to talk.
                  “Marcus?” I asked. God, it had to be. Whatever we were going through didn’t matter now. Whatever I’d said in the letter I’d left on the kitchen counter seemed silly and selfish—I just wanted to be home and in his arms again. I wanted to see my— our— children.
                  Before he could answer, the door burst open. There was the flash of a gunshot, I screamed and it all went black.

 
    Chapter 4 Marcus
     
                   Addison looked as if she were going to kill me.
    “I’m sorry, Addison. It’s Kay. She’s missing and she’s in trouble.”
    The police were there instantaneously. It was a cop I didn’t recognize—but who waved to Addison as the three of us shut ourselves in the conference room.
                  Briefly, I explained the situation: the letter, the minivan she was driving, the royal blue velour sweat suit she was wearing because it set off her still-red hair, the short, black down jacket she always wore when the weather turned cold.
                  “Were you having any marital problems?” The cop’s eyes were clear and icy.
                  I sighed. “We’d grown apart in the last year. I don’t know whether it was because our youngest had gone off to college or if it was something else.”
                  “Anything extra-marital?” His eyes were piercing.
                  “Not on my part.”
                  “What about her?”
                  I was stunned. Could there have been something? Every time I took out my laptop to work on my novel, she left. Could there have been something? Could she have found someone else? The woman I’d dated after her first husband—and then taken from her second—wouldn’t have done that to me, would she?
                  Would she?
                  “I-I don’t really know. I don’t think so.”
                  The cop made a few notes and nodded.
                  “But she’d left this letter, saying that she wanted to think about things.”
                  “We’re at an extreme disadvantage, since you honored her request and didn’t call her until late,” the cop said. “If it hadn’t been for your phone call, I’d be tempted to say she’d just gone off to work things out—”
                  “Which is what I thought, too—” I hung my head.
                  “But she’s obviously in danger,” the cop finished. “We’ll see about putting out a BOLO for her locally and throughout Ohio. She could be anywhere in the state. Do you have any other children?”
                  “Yes. One’s in the air force, the other two are in college.”
                  “You might want to contact them.”
                  I felt my stomach sink. The cop stood and shook Addison’s