The porcelain jar slipped from Mireille’s hands and shattered on the rocks, and whatever was in it washed away into the rain.
And as the officers came up the slope and took her down into the mud and put the cuffs on her, she screamed something at us over the storm that stopped my blood.
“I didn’t do this alone!
Malachi knew Ondine’s mother — he’s been waiting thirty years to make her pay!”
Chapter 15 — The Motel Room
A few hours later, at the station, detectives found what Malachi Braddock had left in a motel room he’d been renting nearby, and it turned a domestic horror into something with roots thirty years deep.