then sat down at the table again with cups of hot tea. A while later, Kristen glanced at her sleeping daughter and let out a sigh.
“I should probably get Maya home.”
“You’re welcome to stay the night. There’s a queen bed in the guest room.”
“I didn’t bring Maya’s antibiotics. I need to give her another dose tonight.”
“Oh.”
Kristen walked over to the couch. Maya grunted slightly as her mother lifted her up and tucked her head against her shoulder.
Autumn stepped over, picked up Maya’s doll, and handed it over to Kristen.
“Thanks,” Kristen said softly. “I hope you get to relax some this weekend. You deserve it.”
“I’m glad you both came. It was a lot of fun.”
“For us too. And thank you for cooking. It was delicious.”
Autumn tried to tamp down her disappointment as she walked her friend out. Tonight was the most fun she’d had in forever.
CHAPTER 7
Scranton, Pennsylvania
“What’s got you so worked up?”
Camden rolled his eyes as Brian continued to pace the length of their cell. The repetitive movement in the cramped space was beginning to drive Camden insane. After only a week in Edgewater, small things had begun to bug him.
Brian turned to glare at him. “Nothing I want to talk to you about.”
Okay, then . But it looked like steam was about to shoot out from his cell mate’s ears. It was clear that he needed to talk.
Camden remembered Brian’s name being called on the PA system that afternoon. “You had a visitor today, didn’t you?”
Brian finally stopped pacing and crossed his arms over his chest. “My father. He’s got cancer, but he still comes here every week.” He shook his head. “And today he had some news. My ex-girlfriend just got engaged. Andrea.”
Camden studied the other man. No matter what kind of person you were, it had to be torture watching someone you still loved marry someone else.
“My father’s the only one who’s ever believed me. He knows I didn’t kill anyone.” Brian blinked hard, as if he still couldn’t quite grasp everything. “We went hunting twice a year, maybe. I never used that rifle other than that.”
“Your rifle was the murder weapon?”
“Yeah. Not only was my gun used, but fibers from the carpet of my car’s trunk were found on Wells’s clothing.”
Camden frowned. What Brian was saying sounded like something out of a movie. “Who would do that to you?”
“My money’s on Josh Solomon.”
“Who’s he?”
“Andrea’s ex-boyfriend. And guess what? It’s Josh she’s marrying. He needed me out of the way so he could get back with her.” Brian grimaced. “Looks like he got his wish.”
“You’re saying he killed someone to get you out of the way?”
“Yeah.”
“Why not just kill you rather than frame you?”
“Good question.” Brian huffed out a breath and began to pace the tiny space again. “My dad’s doing his best to look into things, but he’s exhausted. He’s barely got enough energy to make it out here.”
Compassion stirred inside Camden. Things had to be hard on Brian’s family too. But that theory about being framed? It was kind of hard to swallow.
He changed the subject. “How’s the receiving job been going?”
“All right.”
“No more problems with Declan?”
When Brian didn’t answer, Camden asked, “If you weren’t doing receiving, what would you want to be doing?”
“Huh?”
“What job inside the prison would you want?”
“What does that matter?”
“Humor me.”
Brian sighed. “The computer room, I guess.”
“You know about computers?”
“A little.”
A minute later, the loudspeaker went off and Camden’s name was called to visitation. Pushing the conversation with Brian aside, he walked through the cell block and grinned when he entered the behind-glass visitation area. Grayson was sitting in the second booth.
Camden took a seat and picked up the receiver. “Man, I wasn’t expecting this. What are you doing