Only this time I didn’t take him toward the river. I walked into town and let the confused dog follow me.I stopped in front of the shop and tried the door. It was locked. A strip of police tape covered the lock, brown paper covered the windows. It seemed abandoned and unloved.I didn’t really know what I was looking for, but I couldn’t leave. I only knew that Susanne’s words echoed in my mind. If someone had killed Marc to protect someone, was that really so bad? What good would it do for anyone to know? But if it was Ryan, was it okay that he might have killed a man to protect our relationship? I knew the answer was no. I knew what the real question was. Could I live with him if I didn’t know?“What are you doing?”I turned around to see a minivan. Natalie was waving at me from the driver’s seat.“I haven’t the vaguest idea,” I admitted.“Then I’ll drive you guys home.”I didn’t want the company, but I did have a question.After putting Barney in the back, I jumped in Natalie’s car, pushing aside baby toys, pacifiers, a carton of diapers and a CD called Jammin’ with Baby with a picture of a toddler rocking out on a play guitar.
