That pleased Nick. 'The police'll be looking all right, but not because they're concerned about your safety. There's the little matter of your dead fiance.'
Noel jerked. 'What?'
'Hall, remember?'
Her jaw dropped.
Nick draped back on the cushions. 'Shot in the head at point blank range. In bed, with photos of his loved one and the engagement ring strewn around him. Two possibilities. The first is depression caused by rejection leading to suicide. The second is murder. And when his fianc can't be found the second possibility will gain credence.'
She jumped up. 'No-one would believe I'd kill him!'
Nick swung off the bench. 'Everyone including me has seen you stringing him along. It won't take much to have them believing you capable of driving him to suicide. And from there it's only a short hop to murder.'
'You can't be serious.' She was lost.
His mouth curled. 'Then I'll finish this bastard once and for all.' He flicked the photo into the sea.