Cold Case in Cherokee Crossing
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Rita Herron
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Prologue
Blood splattered the wood floor and walls. So much blood.
A scream lodged in nine-year-old Avery Tierney’s throat. Her foster father, Wade Mulligan, lay on the floor. Limp. Helpless. Bleeding.
His eyes were bulging. The whites milky looking. His lips blue. His shirt torn from dozens of knife wounds.
The room was cold. The wind whistled through the old house like a ghost. Windowpanes rattled. The floor squeaked.
Horror made her shake all over.
Then relief.
That mean old bully could never hurt her again. Never come into her bedroom. Never whisper vile things in her ear.
Never make her do those things....
A noise sounded. She dragged her eyes from the bloody mess, then looked up. Her brother, Hank, stood beside the body.
A knife in his hand.
He grunted, raised the knife and stabbed Wade again. Wade’s body jerked. Hank did it again. Over and over.
Blood dripped from the handle and blade. More soaked his shirt. His hands were covered....
His eyes looked wild. Excited. Full of rage.
She opened her mouth to scream again, but Hank lifted his finger to his lips and whispered, “Shh.”
Avery nodded, although she thought she might get sick. She wanted him to stop.
She wanted him to stab Wade again. To make sure he was dead.
A siren wailed outside. Blue lights suddenly twirled, shining through the front window.
Hank jerked his head around, eyes flashing with fear.
Then the door crashed open and two policemen stormed in.
Hank dropped the knife to the floor with a clatter and tried to run. The bigger cop caught him around the waist.
“Let me go! Stop it!” Hank bellowed.
The skinny cop moved toward her. Then he knelt and felt Wade’s neck. A second later, he looked at his partner and shook his head. “Dead.”
The cop turned to her with a frown. “What happened?”
“Don’t say anything!” Hank yelled.
Avery’s cry caught in her throat. She didn’t know what to do. What to say. She’d seen the knife in Hank’s hand. Seen him stabbing Wade over and over.
Something niggled at the back of her mind. Something that had happened. Wade had come into her room.... She’d heard a noise....
“Where’s your mother?” the policeman asked.
She didn’t know that, either. The foster homes had been her life.
“Stop fighting me, kid.” The big cop shoved Hank up against the wall, pushed his knee in Hank’s back, then jerked his arms behind him.
Tears blurred Avery’s eyes as he handcuffed her brother.
“It’ll be okay, sis,” Hank shouted.
Avery let out a sob. Hank was all she had.
What were they going to do to him? Would they take him to jail?
If they did, what would happen to her?
