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what she'd skimmed already, they always came back to one another no matter how hard they tried to stay away. “Oh, Fiona. He'll never leave her.”
    Amelia couldn't claim to like, or respect, Royal's wife but she knew that he would never divorce her. Missy was an overbearing bitch who did not like the word no or things not going exactly her way. It had never made sense to her why Royal had fallen for someone like that. But he had, and Missy enjoyed her position as the self-proclaimed first lady a little too much.
    She put the journals back just as she'd found them, returned the box exactly as it had been and shut the closet behind her. Amelia picked up the linens, carried them downstairs into the basement laundry room. It was a familiar routine, all the laundry supplies in the same place. Taylor's bicycle was parked near the dryer, as well as some storage containers.
    Amelia opened the washer and could only stare down at the blood-covered towels stuffed inside. She dropped the bottle of detergent she'd grabbed and fumbled in her pocket for her phone. It took several attempts to actually dial the number Danny had programmed. He answered on the first ring. “Come home, now.”
    She couldn't stay in the basement. She went out the door that led into the back yard where she found Paco sprawled out on a lawn chair as if it wasn't nearly freezing outside. What was wrong with him? She could see her breath. “Hey.” He popped up at the sight of her. “What's wrong?”
    “There's a load of bloody laundry in the washer.” Amelia let out a laugh at how ridiculous the words sounded. How wrong they were. Blood meant someone was hurt. Someone being hurt meant that someone could be dead. Taylor could be dead. Fiona could be dead. Fuck.
    “Sit down,” Paco pulled her towards the chair. “Head between your legs.”
    “What?”
    “It'll keep you from passing out. I saw it on television. Just do it. It can't hurt. I'm going to call Danny.”
    “Already did.” Amelia pressed her hands against her face, rocked herself back and forth. “He should be here soon. He'll be here soon.”
    “Do you want to go inside? You've got to be freezing.” When she shook her head he draped his jacket over her shoulders. “Don't worry. I'll be fine. I've got way more padding than you do.”
    Amelia managed a smile at his weak attempt at humor because she appreciated it and his jacket was warm. It also smelled like him, which was a mix of his cologne and the mints he was always sucking on. It was a comforting scent. She shut her eyes and sat there until she heard the rumble of a bike. She got to her feet, headed around front and saw that it was Royal, not Danny.
    “Show me,” he demanded. “Show me, right now.”
    Amelia yelped when he grabbed her arm. She didn't think he intended to hurt her but his grip was much tighter than she'd expected. “Yanking my arm out of the socket isn't going to make me move faster.”
    Royal released her arm immediately. “Sorry, Sweetheart, I'm a little on edge.”
    “No shit.” Amelia rubbed the spot he grabbed. “Danny called you?”
    “Yes. I was close so I headed straight here.” He looked towards the house. “Can you show me what you found, please?”
    “This way. I decided to clean up. Fiona wouldn't want to walk into a messy house. You know how she is.”
    “I do.” He sighed. “Show me what you've found. No reason to panic until we figure everything out. That's a girl. Christ, you're shivering. We need to get you warmed up or Danny will have my ass.”
    “I stripped the beds. I was going to throw the linens in and...” Amelia stomach churned as they approached the door. “And there were towels, maybe other things. I don't know. I didn't look too far inside because there was blood. So much blood.”
    “You can stay out here,” Royal replied. “I will go in.”
    “No, I don't need to stay out here. I need to know.” Amelia steeled herself for whatever else might be contained within the