Walk Through the Valley (Psalm 23 Mysteries) Read Free Page B

and tie. The edges of the shirt as well as his hands were covered in blood.
    Marjorie took a step in his direction, but Liam grabbed her arm. “I’m sorry, ma’am, you can’t go over there right now.”
    “But that’s my husband,” she said, anger flaring in her eyes. “Don’t you know who I am?”
    “Yes, ma’am. I know who both of you are,” Liam said. “And I’m going to have to insist. I need to take your statement. Where have you been for the last half hour?”
    She looked taken aback. “As soon as the rally finished the driver took me to the hotel. I’d only just been there a couple of minutes when I got a phone call that something had happened to Henry. I came straight back as fast as I could.”
    Henry. The name clicked with the face and Jeremiah realized that the man sitting on the ground was Henry White, a politician running for governor of the state. He glanced sharply at Cindy. What exactly had she stumbled into the middle of this time?
     
     
     
    Cindy was struggling to keep herself focused which was turning out to be an impossible task. There had been a moment where she had been absolutely sure that Jeremiah was going to kill Christopher, the man who had come when she shouted. It seemed absurd and she couldn’t imagine why. Christopher was a stranger to her, and presumably to Jeremiah as well. What on earth could have set him off like that?
    Maybe like her he was still on edge from their earlier conversation. Their very much unfinished conversation. She tried to give him a reassuring smile to calm him down, but his attention was even more scattered than hers and she wasn’t sure if he actually saw it.
    She took a deep breath and struggled to clear her head. Jeremiah and she could hash things out later. Now, she needed to focus on what was happening around her and what Liam was saying. She was, after all, the one who had found the body and the initial suspect.
    When she had seen Henry White in the bathroom, leaning over that girl’s body she had been sure he had murdered her. She had backed away as fast as she could, shouting to bring others so he wouldn’t just come after her to kill her, too, to keep it quiet.
    Henry hadn’t moved, though. He hadn’t come after her. He had just stared at her with the vacant, glassy eyes of someone in shock. Even when Christopher had come running up Henry hadn’t left his spot on the bathroom floor. In fact, he hadn’t left it until the officer who was now standing guard over him had arrived. The man had nearly had to pick him up physically to get him to leave the girl’s side. When the policeman had half-walked, half-carried him by Cindy she had taken a good look at the politician’s face.
    He looked like someone in a trance. She imagined that she must have looked very similar the first time she had found a body which had also been on church grounds. No, every time she glanced over at him she couldn’t believe that he was faking that reaction.
    If he had killed her, it couldn’t have been premeditated, she was certain of it. In fact, she was pretty certain he couldn’t be the killer at all. Maybe she was just empathizing with him because she’d had an experience that she viewed as similar. She needed to look at things more objectively. Politicians were notorious for being able to lie to the world and hide their true faces. Plus, after all, she had found them in the women’s room. What on earth had he been doing in there?
    Maybe when Liam questioned him, he’d find out. It seemed like Henry hadn’t said a word until calling out to his wife just a minute before. Liam was questioning her now and she seemed very agitated. Then again, who wouldn’t be?
    “Who called to tell you that something had happened to your husband?” Liam asked.
    “His campaign organizer, Geoffrey Wells,” Marjorie said.
    “And how exactly did he find out?” Liam asked.
    “Um, that would be me,” Christopher said, looking sheepish. “I’m one of the campaign