The Perfect Murder by Kat Martin
EPILOGUE
Eight months later
Reese manned the ski boat he had bought as a family Christmas present, a bright red MasterCraft ProStar. His wife and newly adopted son were both water sprites. Griff had taken to skiing as if he’d been born to it, already single skiing and jumping waves.
A lot had happened in the last eight months. Kenzie had been cleared as a suspect in Lee Haines’s murder, thanks to evidence uncovered in Shreveport. No mention was ever made of how the evidence was found.
The DNA samples Reese had collected at Kenzie’s town house after the kidnapping was a match to Eddie Fontaine. Fontaine was arrested, and, not knowing the evidence wouldn’t hold up in court, immediately rolled on Nolan Webb. Neither mentioned Sawyer DeMarco, but it didn’t really matter since DeMarco was dead.
Reese had gone to Heath Ford about the shooting in Loggy Bayou. Turned out the man Reese had killed was wanted for murder. Given the circumstances—the rescue of a kidnapped child—no charges were filed.
Troy Graves was rotting in jail. He had taken a plea deal, which had shaved a few years off his sentence, but his actions had cost people their lives and there was no way he was getting off without paying for his crimes.
Delia Parr had skated, but she hadn’t really committed a crime. According to the tabloids, she was involved with a real estate mogul old enough to be her grandfather.
In early spring, Reese had agreed to coach Griff’s Little League baseball team. He couldn’t believe how much fun he was having. He was a family man now, with a son and a grandmother who lived with him in the big house he had purchased in Preston Hollow.
He and Kenzie had talked about kids and were trying to get pregnant. They weren’t in a hurry. Reese grinned. Being goal-oriented, he was giving it his very best effort.
And the Poseidon?
The day before the purchase was set to close, Sea Titan had backed out of the deal. Being a superstitious lot, the crew on the rig was close to mutiny, convinced after all the accidents that Reese Garrett and his company were a jinx. No amount of explanation could convince them otherwise.
Reese could have fought it and maybe won, but he’d backed out once himself, and in a way he was relieved. Offshore drilling could be profitable, but that profit came with a good deal of risk. Better to move forward than look back. For now, he was satisfied with the path the company was taking.
He slowed the jet boat engine and the hull settled in the water. Griff swam over and passed his ski to Kenzie, who stowed it and helped him aboard. Time to head back to shore. Flo would have lunch waiting on one of the picnic tables, and he was getting hungry.
“All set back there?” Reese asked.
“Yeah, Dad.”
“Kenzie?”
Sitting in the co-captain’s chair, she tossed him a sexy smile. “Definitely ready.” She grinned. “I’ve got plans for you this afternoon.”
Reese laughed. Same plans he had. Reese hit the throttle and the boat surged forward, carrying him and his family toward home.
