Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

That was why they hadn’t taken samples of the blood on
me. Or my clothes.
“His guards…?” I argued.
What about his bodyguards? They knew things.
But he was quick to answer. “They are now on your
sister’s payroll, as she is the sole heir of your father’s estate.
She assures me that she has her house under control.”
Her house. It was strange to hear, but it had a ring to it.
The cops, though. The blood that was on the dagger. My
prints. People might’ve been happy to see my father go, but
they weren’t shoving this under the rug out of the goodness of
their hearts. There were many who still didn’t like me, either.
They were rid of my father, so why not let me go to prison for
it and be rid of me, too?
“Who’s your employer?” I asked, suspicious. “Who’s
paying you? Who’d pay the city off to look the other way
about this?”
He just stared at me, unblinking and then answered,
sounding almost serene. “Someone who wants you to have a
chance, Mr. Torrance.”
And I sat back in my chair, my eyes finally open and
knowing the answer without him telling me.
Christiane Fane.
I unlocked the front door, Winter and I stepping inside her
house an hour later.
I couldn’t believe I was out of there.
I knew the talk in town was probably bad, and I had no
idea what the repercussions would be from Evans Crist as he
undoubtedly knew that we knew how Rika’s father died. How
she almost died.