You’re sure it’s Carter?” Bo asked, stunned as they waited for the police at Kent’s car.
“Pretty sure. I’ve seen pictures.”
“Can’t I go look?”
“No. You need to stay back.”
Bo rubbed his face. “Who did this? If Carter wasn’t the killer, who is?”
Kent couldn’t make sense of it either. Bo was shivering, his breath coming hard. “Come on,” Kent said. “Let’s sit in the car.” He could hear sirens some distance away.
Bo opened the door, dropped into the seat. “What’s going on? First Devon, then Cassandra, now Carter?”
Blue lights flashed up the street as the sirens grew louder. From both directions, police cars and ambulances arrived, parking on the street. Kent went to meet them.
As the first cop came toward him, Kent showed his badge and told them what he’d found. The motion-detecting light had gone out, leaving the body invisible from where they stood. “I’m pretty sure it’s Carter Price,” he told them. “He’s been shot dead.”
The other officers went past him, and Kent hung back with Bo, standing next to his car door, the window rolled down.
“Gotta be somebody we knew at Haven House,” Bo muttered. “Nobody else knows all three of us — me, Carter, and Emily. It’s the only thing we all have in common.”
Kent stared toward the house. “But who? Was there somebody there who had it in for all of you?”
“I don’t know,” Bo said. “I mean, I wasn’t there trying to make friends. But I never thought I made enemies.”
“Did Carter or Emily?” Kent asked.
Bo stared vacantly into darkness. “That Jack dude. Emily caught him bringing drugs back in after we told her he had them. She turned him in. He got kicked out. Had to go back to jail.”
“Jack,” Kent repeated. “The guy you said was crazy?”
“Yeah. That guy.”
Kent lifted his eyebrows. “Do you think he could have heard you and Carter talking about your wives?”
Bo was silent for a moment. “He could have. He was in and out.”
Kent pulled out his notebook and got his pen. “Bo, what was Jack’s last name?”
“Tyson,” Bo said. “His name was Jack Tyson.”