Chapter Jenny
Jenny
By morning, I was running on caffeine and nerves.
Fraiser showed up with a laptop and a grim expression. He set it on my kitchen table and turned the screen toward me and Liam.
“Pulled some favors,” Fraiser said. “Got access to a police database.”
On the screen was a file labeled Jerod Kennedy.
My stomach turned cold.
Fraiser clicked through pictures—crime scene photos I didn’t want to see. A storage unit full of weapons. A missing persons list with names that made my skin crawl.
And then one photo made me freeze.
It was our rental car. The one I’d driven off the bridge after picking up Poppy. Pulled out of the river.
“They’re looking for who was driving,” Fraiser said.
“I rented that car under another name.”
“Do you think your brother has figured that out?” Frasier asked.
Liam’s jaw tightened.