He ran his fingers through the golden blond hair and sighed, this shouldn’t be the end. His eyes kept fixing on her dead blue ones and it made his stomach churn. He wasn’t sure which was more alarming the aching of his heart or the churning of his stomach. Having known Hannah a grand total of eight days he didn’t expect to be so broken up over the end of their time. Jarrod laid a gentle kiss to her bloodied forehead and stepped back. He looked up to meet his brother’s gaze, “Which one did this?”
“Jarrod-” Luther started but Jarrod wasn’t having the caring big brother act.
“Shut up! You’re just going to talk out of your ass again. You have no idea what this was and now you’re going to belittle it. Just tell me who killed Han.” Luther looked down to the girl’s face and took her in. She was pretty, he supposed. Not drop dead gorgeous. She wouldn’t have stopped traffic but had this homey girl next door vibe even in death.
“Our father.”