in life, happy and vibrant. The girl was stunning even in a photo and Parker knew that alive and breathing she must have been quite a temptation to a man like Alex Kent.
Had Kent lured her to the house and things gotten out of hand, or had Mrs. Kent’s jealousy gotten the better of her?
Maybe it was someone else entirely, but then how did Tiffany get inside the Kent’s home?
Joanna Knight grabbed a few books from a small bookcase that sat beside the dresser.
“These are medical textbooks, pre-med; I guess she was going to be a doctor. My God, what a waste,”
Parker sighed.
“Why was she killed? Did it happen during a fit of rage or jealousy, or was someone trying to keep her from talking?”
“Talking about what?”
“I don’t know, but I think those are our possibilities. We’ll speak to the brother again when we’re done here. A girl this beautiful must have had someone in her life.”
When they finished their examination of the bedroom, they found Steve Grace slumped in a living room chair holding a picture of his family. He had recently lost his parents and now his sister.
Parker laid a comforting hand on his shoulder.
“Do you have any other family, someone you can be with?”
“I have an aunt, dad’s sister, Peggy, but she’s back in Ohio where we came from.”
“Maybe you should call her.”
“I will, but oh hell, I’ve got to tell her what happened too, oh Tiff, oh man.”
“Was your sister seeing anyone?”
“Yeah, dude named Kevin Mathias, but he was an a-hole and cheated on her with his ex. They broke up last week. I don’t think there was anybody new, but Heather would know.”
“Who’s Heather?” Knight said.
“Oh, uh, Heather Jones, she lives a couple of blocks from here. She and Tiff were best friends.”
“Do you know her address?”
“No, but it’s on the corner of Monroe and Fifth, a big white house and the mailbox says Jones right on it,”
Parker handed Grace his card.
“If you think of anything, please give us a call.”
“Yeah,”
“And one more thing, stay away from the Kents. I think if you go over there it’ll only be trouble.”
Steve Grace said nothing, but nodded agreement, and after a few more questions, Parker and Knight left.
***
“W hy don’t we go see Heather Jones?” Parker asked, once they had returned outside.
“Sounds good, I’ll follow you,”
Knight got in her car, a dark blue, late-model Ford, and followed Parker’s old, black Mustang. When they reached the Jones residence, Knight rushed over and ran her hands over Parker’s car.
“This is a beauty. It’s a ’65, isn’t it?”
“You know cars?”
“I know Fords, especially Mustangs; my dad owns a dealership in Pennsylvania.”
“This was my dad’s car. He bought it new and passed it on to me.”
“I see you keep it in great shape.”
“Yeah, and I’ll have it forever.”
They went to the house and a woman as beautiful as Tiffany Grace opened the door and looked out at them. She was Heather Jones, a redhead with green eyes who was a twenty-two-year old medical student.
Jones was so stunning that Parker felt his pulse quicken at first sight of her, but then he remembered why he was there and his heart grew sad at the task ahead.
He told Heather about her friend’s death and grimaced when he saw the pain and shock enter the woman’s eyes.
A few minutes later, the three of them were settled in the living room and Heather was answering their questions from a tear-stained face.
“No, I don’t know anyone that would hurt her. That Mrs. Kent didn’t like her because she thought Tiff was sleeping with her husband, but Tiff would never go for a married guy; she just liked babysitting the little girl.”
“Did she ever say anything about Alex Kent?”
“No details, but something weird happened between those two last week. She wouldn’t tell me what it was, but I got the feeling that maybe he came on way too strong. Whatever it was had her thinking