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“I know,” Seth interjected. “He’s dead. The police found his body.”
Zane took the detective’s hand when Seth made no move to do so. “Zane Anderson.”
“FBI agent,” Seth added.
Ron Woznick nodded once. “I just came from seeing the body. Did you and Clary see the body?”
Seth shook his head.
“It’s been burned beyond recognition.”
“Then just run a DNA test,” Zane said.
“That’s actually why I’m here.” The detective looked over Seth’s shoulder, and his lips parted into a bright smile as he gave a small wave.
Clary jogged up to them in her white sneakers, shorts, and Seth’s sweater. “Ron.” She came to stand next to Seth. “What are you doing here? Is everything okay?”
The detective ran his hand through his thick, wavy black hair. “I don’t believe the person lying in the morgue is Gavin Ressler.”
Clary stared back at Ron. She didn’t say anything, didn’t even blink.
Then she opened her mouth, but no words came out of it.
“I wouldn’t bother you unless I thought it was serious,” Ron said.
Clary sucked in a breath. “Let’s talk inside.” She turned to Seth. “If that’s okay.”
He’d agreed to her having a Christmas tree and even putting up a ‘Jesus loves you’ poster, and she wondered if she could invite someone in? “Of course.” He took Clary’s hand and stepped back, and Zane led the way back toward the elevator.
“Why don’t you think the body’s Gavin Ressler?” Seth asked. He didn’t have the patience to wait until they were all sitting down and Clary made sure the detective wasn’t hungry or thirsty. “The San Francisco police believe it is.”
“Ressler’s smart.” The detective looked over at Clary as he said that.
“Gavin Ressler’s a psychology professor.” Clary entered the elevator. “His wife died from what he claimed was an accident at home.”
“Officially, it still is,” Ron added.
“But you suspect otherwise?” Zane asked.
The detective nodded once.
“He had everyone around him convinced that he was a saint,” Clary continued. “Gemma—his eldest daughter—tried to raise the alarm several times. Her teachers ignored her. Child Protective Services visited but did nothing.”
Seth ran his tongue under his teeth.
“Then she found Clary,” Ron said with a proud, lopsided grin.
Seth’s hand twitched, and Clary glanced over at him.
“Something about him didn’t feel right.” She moved closer and tipped her head against his shoulder. “The Holy Spirit told me so,” she whispered into his ear.
Seth’s lips curled at how casually she’d come close to him and at how he hadn’t tensed up at her approach. Since his time with Holly, his muscles had always tensed whenever someone came close to him.
Even Clary.
The only exceptions were his brothers.
Maybe it was because he’d already been holding her hand.
