“Yes. We did check on Keith Russell. He’s right where he’s supposed to be—at Sing Sing. They even searched his cell and didn’t find any contraband, phone or otherwise.”

She drops her head in her hand, rubs her forehead. “Why would someone want to harass my sister?”

“We’re doing everything we can to sort this out. Hopefully, it’s just an idiot wanting to cause trouble.” But even as I say the words, my gut clenches. Someone went to a lot of trouble to scare Mrs. Bradley.

Chase walks in, greets Mrs. Alworth. “We were able to figure out a location on the calls to your sister.”

“And?”

“Graybridge area.”

“Where in Graybridge?”

“Near the highway.”

Mrs. Alworth blows out a breath. “Definitely not Keith Russell then. But who? Who would do this to Molly?” She looks at me with red-rimmed eyes. “All my sister ever wanted, Detective, was an ordinary life. A good husband, a couple of kids, a house, and a golden retriever. That’s it. That’s all Molly wanted. Me? I wanted the powerful career, travel the world. Big house. Family. I wanted it all, and I got it. Why not Molly? Why has she had to suffer so? She never hurt a soul.”

“Life doesn’t always work out the way we want it to,” Joe says. “I went into law enforcement to help people whose lives went sideways through no fault of their own.”

Well said, Joe. Mrs. Alworth half smiles at him.

“We’ll do everything we can to help your sister,” Chase says.

“Is she safe wherever she’s gone?” I ask.

“I think so. She’s got her dog with her. She said she was just going to drive a ways, then stay a couple days in a hotel. She said she’d keep in touch.”

I take a deep breath. “I was hoping to ask Mrs. Bradley about the night of July Fourth.”

“That woman’s murder?”

“Yes. Maybe she heard something.” Maybe somebody in that house heard or saw something that seemed unimportant at the time, but now, given what we know, might make all the difference.

“What about Jay, his death?”

“We’re working that alongside Ms. Robb’s murder.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m concerned about my sister, her husband. I’m sorry about that woman, but you understand?”

“Of course,” Joe says. “Dr. Bradley’s case is getting our full attention.”

She nods, checks her phone, then drops it in her purse. “Anything else, Detectives?”

“That should do it for now.” I stand. “You’ll call if you need us?”

Mrs. Alworth slings her purse strap over her shoulder. “Yes. Thank you.”

Chase walks Mrs. Alworth out. I finish my notes, anxious to question Mrs. Bradley’s friends.

CHAPTER 47 - Molly

CHAPTER 47

Molly