could have crawled to that window and levered himself through it.

 

But with either murder or suicide there should have been something about it in

the news by now.

 

For the next two hours he kept flipping through all the late breaking news

sites.

 

Zip.

 

It was fully light now. He changed clothes and went down to the motel diner and

had some breakfast while checking his phone constantly.

 

There was still nothing, which could only mean one thing: They were covering it

up. Either the police hadn’t been called or they had been and higher-ups had put

a stranglehold on any leaks to the media. Perhaps they were trying to figure out

if this really was a suicide or murder.

 

And if they concluded that it was a murder they might conclude that he was back

to deliver his revenge.

 

And more to the point, she would know of it.

 

Claire Jericho’s brainpower had been something to behold. But she had a dark

side too.