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was killed all those years ago. And Eddie? Why would anyone kill him?” Susie brows pinched together, and she shuddered.
    Melanie frowned. “Wasn’t he shot a while back trying to escape from some woman’s bedroom when her husband came home unexpectedly?” When her sister’s mouth went slack, she added, “I’m not saying he deserved to get killed, but he wasn’t exactly a role model.”
    “No one deserves to be murdered,” Susie muttered, twisted around, and pummeled her pillow with one fist.
    She studied her sister. Why did Susie look so guilty?
    “How did it happen?”
    Shrugging, she walked around the bed. “Nobody told me and I didn’t ask.”
    But Melanie had seen everything, smelled everything, and the whole scene had disturbed her more than she wanted to admit. Why had she scented the same stench that stuck to the cub’s body at the murder site?
    “Well, it’s sure to be all the buzz tomorrow at the college,” Susie declared and punched the squished pillow again. “Someone will know the details.”
    “When did you become so bloodthirsty?” Melanie shook her head. Why was Susie acting so strangely?
    “I’m just curious. Did you see? The body, I mean.” Susie hopped out of bed, retrieved a cotton nightdress from Melanie’s dresser draw, and threw it to her.
    “Doc G. wouldn’t let me get close, but I saw enough.” Melanie caught the bundled nightie, fought the nausea that welled in her throat, and tried to erase the images that formed in her head. “I doubt you’ll find out much at school. Sheriff Pincer was adamant about that. Lectured me about how sacrosanct a murder scene is.”
    “Is that why you won’t tell me what it was like?”
    Melanie pulled the nightgown over her head and faced Susie. “Okay. But you have to promise not to say a word to anyone.”
    “Does that include Gray and Mama too?”
    “I doubt either will ask, but if they do, you can tell them. The body wasn’t in one piece, and there was a ton of blood. Satisfied?”
    “Not in one—” Susie almost knocked Melanie over in her mad dash to the bathroom.
    “What on earth?”
    The sound of violent retching explained her sister’s actions. Melanie hurried over to the sink and dampened a washcloth. “I knew I shouldn’t have told you the details.”
    Susie puked again.
    Melanie stooped and patted her sister’s back. “I’m sorry, sweetie. I shouldn’t be preaching.”
    Sitting back, Susie swiped a hand across her mouth and shook her head. “Not in one piece. That’s sick.”
    “Here.” Melanie gave her the damp towel. “Water?”
    Susie nodded. “It’s just that I knew him. You know?”
    Melanie stood and filled a glass with water. “I know. And you’ve never been good with gory stuff. You can’t even watch a horror film without gagging.”
    “I don’t know how you do it. Deal with blood and all that gross stuff.” Susie reached over and pulled the flush handle. “Don’t go all maggishahwi concerned on me. I’m okay now.”
    Melanie choked back an automatic no you’re not.
    Susie’s knuckles whitened when she gripped the edges of the toilet seat and pushed herself up to standing. She took the glass from Melanie and drank the liquid in one go. “I need to brush my teeth.”
    “You going to be—”
    “I’m fine,” Susie snapped.
    Melanie swung around, went back into the bedroom, and perched on the edge of the mattress. Susie’s reaction to the news of Eddie’s death was surprising. Then again, her sister faked an outer toughness that hid her inner sensitive nature.
    “Don’t look so grim. I’m not going to puke again.”
    Susie certainly didn’t look okay. Her face was even paler, and she stumbled more than walked to her bed before crawling back under the sheets.
    The temptation to go over and hug her sister was muted by Susie turning on her side away from Melanie. “Want me to make you a cup of tea? Or maybe hot chocolate with marshmallows?”
    “Nope.”
    Melanie buttoned her