I was taken aback at that and tightened my grip on Colin’s hand, but the thought had crossed Colin’s mind much earlier — in fact, back at the crime scene he’d known the assailant must have thought Boyle was dead when I’d found him ... because if he thought Boyle talked, I would’ve been killed, too. Colin would be forever grateful the killer had thought wrong.
Colin knew he was outnumbered and truly was dead on his feet. Kissing me gently on the forehead, he promised to be back before I woke in the morning.
“No, it’s after 9 o’clock, but we brought you some dinner,” Carol said brightly, happily holding up a shopping bag.