Page 167 of Oracle Returns: Time will Stop

It was a party of three now.

Bishop showed him the text message, and as soon as he saw it, he gasped.

Oh, his face said it all. The man might not investigate homicides, but he investigated deaths, and the context clues led him down that same nasty trail.

Of infidelity.

“Why would she be meeting him anyplace but the office? That would be where a psychiatrist meets patients.”

Then, he got it.

“You want me to swab for semen, don’t you?” he asked, suspecting they were all taking a trip down a very dark path to the destruction of someone’s heart.

Bishop rubbed her hands over her face and sighed in frustration.

Wynter had really left some shit behind on this one.

“Yeah, we’re going to need to make sure all of our I’s are dotted, and T’s are crossed on this one. Are the drug tests back?”

He shook his head.

“No, I am sending them out now. I was doing the paperwork for transport to the lab.”

Bishop shared what she knew, so that Bodhi would know what to look for in her tests.

“Wynter was on Zoloft from the shrink, and also birth control. Ridge wanted more kids, and she didn’t. He found them half used and assumed it was because she didn’t want a kid with him.”

Honor closed her eyes.

“What if it was because she didn’t want a kid with the man that she was cheating on her husband with?” she asked.

Yeah, that was sounding more and more likely.

Instead of saying anything, Bodhi grabbed a paper gown and started unfolding it. His gut told him that this was going to break Ridge in ways he’d never see coming.

He hated that he had to be the one to do this. Only, someone had to.

It appeared it was time to do the job.

“I’ll text you if or when I find sperm. Find out when Ridge last had sex with his wife. I’ll be able to tell you how long the sperm has been in her body, and if there was any rape.”

Well, it seemed the shrink had some explaining to do, and this could go one of three ways.

He wasn’t the one who killed Wynter.

He was banging more than one of his patients.

Or he was actually the one behind all these killings.

It was time to find out.

Chapter Thirteen

Conor and Pryce’s

Same Time

Saturday Morning