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to him . “When is he coming for them?”
The color left Marcus’s face, leaving him even pastier than the long Michigan winter had. “He’s coming by tomorrow.”
He had time. “Then we’ll have to destroy them tonight.”
Marcus nodded eagerly, and his shoulders slumped with relief. “Of course. Yes, we will.”
The man really was an idiot, which made him a liability. “We’ll have to get rid of any evidence leading back to me.”
“To us.”
“No, to me.” He lifted his gun from beneath the edge of Marcus’s desk. “Just like the evidence, you’re going to get destroyed tonight, my friend.”
It wouldn’t matter who had begun to believe Jedidiah Kleyn’s claims of innocence. He wouldn’t be able to prove it. He wouldn’t die a hero; he would die a killer.
And like Marcus Leighton, he would die soon. But first he would suffer so much that he would be almost grateful for death…

Chapter Four
     
Jed stood in the open doorway, casting a dark shadow over his sleeping daughter.
His daughter .
He had a child—one he would have never learned about had he not broken out of prison. Knowing about Isobel and now wanting to get to know Isobel made him even more determined to prove his innocence. But most of all he couldn’t have her growing up with the stigma of everyone thinking her father was a killer. Or worse yet, with her thinking her father was a killer.
Because he wasn’t.
Yet .
His skin prickled on the nape of his neck, and the muscles between his shoulder blades twitched. He was no longer alone with his daughter. After three years in one of the most dangerous prisons in the world and, before his incarceration, a year in Afghanistan, his instincts were finely honed. So honed that he didn’t need to turn around to know that Erica had joined him. He could smell her—that sweet vanilla scent that reminded him of baking cookies and pies. And he could feel her as his skin tingled with the heat of awareness.
“I couldn’t find the business card Marcus Leighton gave me,” she said.
Regret tightened his guts. He didn’t have any time to waste tracking down the Judas who’d betrayed him. Not only had Marcus not put Erica on the stand, but he’d convinced her that Jed was guilty.
Why?
Unlike Brandon, Marcus had always been a true friend to Jed. He hadn’t been competitive with him; he’d actually seemed to be in awe of him—more fan than friend.
“But I looked him up online,” Erica said, “and I found his address.”
For the past few years he’d thought she had sold him out. But like him, she had been a victim, too. Along with the jury of twelve of his peers, she had believed the evidence that had been manufactured to prove his guilt.
Had Marcus manufactured that evidence? But he had no motive to frame Jed…unless he had been hiding his own guilt. Brandon Henderson and Marcus Leighton had not been friends. Brandon had bullied and harassed Marcus, as he had bullied and harassed everyone but Jed.
Jed had thought he only needed to find his alibi and make her come forward to prove his innocence. But Erica had raised valid points about her testimony. With the holes in her memory, she wouldn’t be able to convince an appeals court that he hadn’t left her alone in his bed that night, gone back to the office and committed the double murder.
No, the only way to prove his innocence beyond a shadow of anyone’s doubt—the appeals court, Erica’s and their daughter’s—was to find the real killer. “Where is he?”
“I’m not going to tell you,” she said.
Finally able to drag his gaze away from Isobel, he turned to Erica. She stood in the light from the hall, still looking like an angel, but from the firm set of her jaw and the hard gleam in her eyes, she intended to be as stubborn as the devil to keep the information he wanted from him.
Over the past few years, he had dealt with people far more stubborn than she could ever be. Like the warden of Blackwoods, who had been the very devil himself.