BooksBarbecue
Back The Runaway Heiress
Chapters (75)
  1. Cover
  2. PRAISE FOR MEG TILLY AND HER NOVELS
  3. TITLES BY MEG TILLY
  4. Dedication
  5. PROLOGUE
  6. 1
  7. 2
  8. 3
  9. 4
  10. 5
  11. 6
  12. 7
  13. 8
  14. 9
  15. 10
  16. 11
  17. 12
  18. 13
  19. 14
  20. 15
  21. 16
  22. 17
  23. 18
  24. 19
  25. 20
  26. 21
  27. 22
  28. 23
  29. 24
  30. 25
  31. 26
  32. 27
  33. 28
  34. 29
  35. 30
  36. 31
  37. 32
  38. 33
  39. 34
  40. 35
  41. 36
  42. 37
  43. 38
  44. 39
  45. 40
  46. 41
  47. 42
  48. 43
  49. 44
  50. 45
  51. 46
  52. 47
  53. 48
  54. 49
  55. 50
  56. 51
  57. 52
  58. 53
  59. 54
  60. 55
  61. 56
  62. 57
  63. 58
  64. 59
  65. 60
  66. 61
  67. 62
  68. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  69. Excerpt from SOLACE ISLAND
  70. 1
  71. 2
  72. 3
  73. 4
  74. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  75. What’s next onyour reading list?

“I’m not sure, ma’am, but I . . .” Mick turned to Sarah. “I’m concerned,” he said, not wanting to worry the older woman unnecessarily. “I was thinking about last night. When the police first arrived at Vicki’s house, they took Kevin and me to different areas to question us. But I overheard a little. The man can yell pretty loud.”

“Tell me about it.” Sarah rolled her eyes.

“Anyway, sitting there in the police station after you left, a few questions started niggling at me with regard to Vicki.”

“I didn’t get a chance to tell you before you popped me in that taxi, but Detective Docherty told me she died at the hospital. They believe she was poisoned. They’re waiting to get confirmation from the lab.”

Mick nodded. “That ties into what I was thinking as well.”

Sarah’s aunt took a half step back, clearly stunned. “Vicki’s . . . dead? Oh, dear Lord . . .”

“I’m sorry, Auntie Jane,” Sarah said. “Everything happened so fast, I didn’t get a chance to tell you.”

“Oh no . . . Poor Vicki.” The elderly woman started to weep. “Phillip killed her, didn’t he? My husband was a monster. How could I have lived with him for all these years and not known the depths of his depravity?”

The woman was obviously very distraught. “I’m sorry, ma’am. Didn’t mean to cast aspersions. Nothing’s for certain. However, I did contact one of the detectives who are looking into the matter. They should be here shortly to speak with your husband. A few questions have popped up is all—”

“No.” Sarah’s aunt’s voice was bitter, but it carried the ring of conviction. “He killed Vicki, all right. Just like he murdered Ryan and Barbara in cold blood, and he would have killed Sarah if we hadn’t stopped him.”

Mick felt as if someone had poured a keg of liquid nitrogen over his head. Took a moment to unfreeze his brain, his ears, and his lips. “I’m sorry, what?” he said slowly. “Come again?”

“That’s what I wanted to talk with you about,” Sarah said. “Come inside where it’s warm. We’re having a cup of tea while we wait for the police to arrive.”

61