had rushed out the door the instant she’d hung up the phone. The voice on the line had plainly been Ethan’s, of that she was sure. Obviously, Frankie Arimante hadn’t come through on his end of the deal yet.Another thing of which she now was confident, she hadn’t been imagining things at the house that morning. Something, she still wasn’t sure what, had been going on.Sliding to an abrupt stop, only a foot away from her house, Mariana had the car door open before the engine spluttered out. Ethan hadn’t said which shed, but hurrying to the closest one, she pulled up short at the door, hesitating, afraid of what she might find. Tentatively, she tried the knob. The door made an eerie creaking sound as she slowly pulled it open. A startled gasp escaped her lips and instantly, she recoiled, involuntarily taking a step back when she caught sight of the dead body. The face wasn’t familiar, but she knew instantly who the man was, or rather, who he had been. Frankie’s man, evidently another buffoon.
