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Lucy was only a child herself, but the hateful accusations that grieving Nelia had thrown at Carina in the days that followed Justin’s murder had been burned into her soul. Lucy heard the whispers that her brother-in-law Andrew had been sleeping with another woman the night Justin was kidnapped. Then, the gossip that Nelia had known about the affair and didn’t care. That she worked late every night so she didn’t have to see her husband.
Nelia had left San Diego and the family, and though over time she’d begun to talk to most of them, nothing would ever be the same.
But the worst was when Nelia looked at Lucy and Lucy felt the regret pouring off her sister in tangible waves of agony.
Why was it Justin and not you?
She’d never said it, and she’d never admit that the thought crossed her mind, but Nelia had never spoken to Lucy since Justin’s murder eighteen years ago. Not one word.
The file room door opened and Lucy whirled around. “Lucy, they’re still waiting,” the clerk said. “I took them to the employee break room because the conference rooms are being used.”
“Okay, sorry, I’m coming.” She took a deep breath. She didn’t know how long it would take for Sean to arrive, but she could face the police. If they wanted to arrest her for setting up Prenter, she could argue with them long enough to give Sean time to get here.
Lucy didn’t like relying on anyone other than herself, but sometimes just knowing someone was there, if she needed it, was enough to get her through the hardest times. But she could do this alone.
She stepped into the break room. One uniformed officer and a plainclothes detective stood to the side. Both were black, the detective tall and skinny, the cop tall and broad-shouldered. She felt smaller than she was.
“Hello, I’m Lucy Kincaid. I’m sorry to keep you waiting,” she said with a smile, and hoped she didn’t seem nervous.
“We understand, Ms. Kincaid. I’m Detective Light, this is Officer Raleigh. We’re investigating a possible suicide that’s hit the department very hard. It’s one of our own.”
Her skin burned, as if bathed in microscopic shards of glass.
Cody hadn’t called her back.
“I’m sorry to be the one to tell you that Officer Cody Lorenzo died last night.”
Her knees buckled and she reached for the table. Slowly she sat down and shook her head. No words came, though she had a hundred questions weighing down her tongue.
“You once had a romantic relationship with Officer Lorenzo, correct? His partner said you remained friends.”
She nodded, still unable to speak.
Detective Light sat in the chair across from her. She couldn’t read his expression. She could barely see anything, as if the room was fading away in front of her.
Cody was dead?
“When was the last time you saw or spoke to him?” Detective Light asked quietly.
“Yesterday,” she whispered. She cleared her throat. Her hands were on the table in front of her, frozen. She stared at her short, unpainted fingernails attached to her long fingers and remembered her last words to him.
“Why would you think I could be capable of doing such a thing?”
She’d been so upset, so angry with Cody that he’d thought she’d intentionally set up Prenter, she hadn’t even accepted his apology. She’d walked away knowing he was remorseful, but she hadn’t cared. She couldn’t see past her own emotional pain and overwhelming feelings of betrayal. That he’d used her act of desperation when she’d killed Adam Scott against her. Had she wanted him to feel guilty? Had she walked away hoping he’d feel bad about his assumptions?
She hoped she wasn’t that shallow. Cody had remained one of her closest friends, even though she hadn’t been able to marry him.
“Ms. Kincaid? Are you all right?”
She nodded, though she was far from all right.
A minute later, Officer Raleigh placed a Styrofoam cup of water in front of her. She sipped automatically but tasted nothing.
“What did you talk about yesterday? Was it personal?”
“No—it was about WCF.” When they looked blankly at her, she explained. “We both volunteer at Women and Children First, a victim’s rights advocacy group.”
Raleigh said, “I’ve heard of it.”
