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She suspected—no, feared—he’d gone to confront whoever it was who’d hired that man to kill Brie.
She’d wanted to think Andrew had more sense than to take the law into his own hands. She’d wanted to think he’d go straight to Detective Hardy with whatever information he had. But what she wanted him to do, and what she believed he would do, were two entirely different things. And she understood why he wouldn’t have wanted to go to Detective Hardy, who had hounded him for six years.
So when the phone in her hand rang, she thought it might be him. She hit the button and put the phone straight to her ear.
“Yes?”
“It’s Nan Sokolow.”
“Oh God, yes, yes, thanks for calling. Are they going to let you in to see Tyler?”
“I’ve been,” she said.
“How is he? He must be terrified.”
“He’s okay. Look, they have a strong circumstantial case against him, but I’m working on a strategy. An alternative way that things could have happened. That Tyler ran because he was in shock, that he thought the killer was still in the house.”
“But you believe him, right? You know he couldn’t have done it.”
“Ms. Keeling, it doesn’t matter to me whether he did it or not. What matters is that we build a credible defense for him. It’s going to take some work.”
Jayne could hear it in the lawyer’s voice, that she believed her brother really had killed Candace DiCarlo.
“But what if—”
Before Jayne could complete her question, the doorbell rang.
“I have to go,” Jayne said. Still clutching the phone, she ran to the front door, opened it, and found Detective Hardy standing there.
“Where’s Andrew?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” she said.
“He took your phone,” the detective said.
“Yes.”
“And he’s turned it off,” Hardy said. “I can’t reach him, can’t track him. You must have some idea where he was going.”
“I don’t. I wish I knew.”
“Did he tell you he thought he knew who was responsible for Brie’s death?”
Jayne hesitated before answering. “Yes.”
“Did he tell you who it was?”
“No.”
“Do you have a guess?”
“No.”
“What was his state of mind when you last saw him?”
“Seriously?” Jayne asked. “A man took him into the woods and made him dig up his own wife. What would your state of mind be?”
Hardy sighed in frustration and turned to look at the street. When she spun back around to face Jayne, she said, “We have to find him. If he calls you, you have to let me know where he is.”
