Fulfilling Promises (Red Starr, Book Five) Read Online Free

to some college kids a couple of months ago.”
    “No one believes you had anything to do with Joey’s murder, Devyn.”
    Why couldn’t Trigger stick to talking about business? Devyn’s chest literally hurt with the penetrating pressure building up inside of her. She couldn’t deal with someone pitying her right now. Did those people out in the bar really think she was going to make an appearance and tell her sad story of woe? They weren’t here for support any more than they were here to find out what was going on. They wanted gossip, but it was she who was getting something out of today—their hard earned cash. They could buy all the drinks and greasy food they wanted, but all they were doing was padding her checking account should she need bail money.
    “I don’t care what any one of those people believe,” Devyn said truthfully, slamming the manila folder closed and giving Diesel one last pat before she stood. She covered up the dizziness that hit her by turning away from Trigger and walking to her desk. “Like I said, I’ll give you a call if any developments come to light. The county sheriff and his so-called collection of deputies couldn’t be any more worthless if they tried, and the Staties aren’t looking for anyone else now that they think I had something to do with it.”
    “Damn it, Devyn,” Trigger barked, apparently having had enough of the brush off she was trying to give. He didn’t seem to understand that there was nothing he could do. She finally met his gaze head-on as he crossed the hardwood floor and stopped in front of her desk. “Don’t make me into one of them. You know I loved Joey like a brother and we—you and I—are closer than you might want to believe. I still care for you, so let me help where I can.”
    “Before you leave again and go back to sunny San Diego?” Devyn asked with a tired smile. She hadn’t meant for that question to come out that way. They had both been clear with their intentions that neither one wanted something serious. It wasn’t his fault that she’d grown more attached than she should have. Devyn sat down in her broken desk chair, the one Joey had always said he’d fix. She’d have to replace the wheel herself now. There had never been enough time to do everything that needed to get done. “There’s nothing for you to do. The police thought I might be involved because of the shotgun someone had stolen from behind the bar. Honestly, neither Isaac nor I even realized it hadn’t been hanging there underneath the counter on those damned hooks until the Staties showed up at the bar last night looking for me.”
    “That wouldn’t have been enough for them to bring you into the station for questioning. They should have talked to you here instead of taking you to the post.” Trigger sat on the lone guest chair she kept in her office for when Isaac wanted to talk business. At least he knew to keep his distance right now. “What else do they think they have that implicates you?”
    Devyn swallowed the sob that seemed to come out of nowhere. She stared at the ceiling, willing herself to get through this interrogation like she had the state police’s questioning. She hadn’t grown up under the best of circumstances, so she’d had to toughen up at a young age. Life hadn’t really gotten any easier, but she no longer had Joey to protect her from the monsters in her closet.
    “We had an argument last week about nothing and I left a rather heated message on his cell phone after I received his voicemail saying he was going away for the weekend,” Devyn admitted, wishing those words of anger hadn’t been the last thing her brother had heard before he’d died. She loved him more than anything in this world. She blinked several times before continuing. “And my gold herringbone necklace was found in his hand.”
    Devyn could see the wheels spinning in Trigger’s mind as he went through the evidence collected by the state police. She could easily