“And that’s why we’re here. The line of questioning they went through made me think that either one or both of you could also be questioned by the police.”

Neither man seemed surprised.

“You expected that?” she asked.

Jay nodded. “I did. Given my interaction with the sergeant, I figured they would check me out, and now, with your relationship with Aiden, he’s also in the mix. They wouldn’t be very good cops if they let all of that slide.”

That wasn’t the way she was looking at it. Everyone was talking about how the sergeant deserved justice, but she still hadn’t accepted that and probably never would. She couldn’t have them wrongfully caught up in her mess. “Jay, I dragged you into this to begin with. Let me help you.”

Jay smiled. “Izzy, you didn’t drag me anywhere, and I wouldn’t change a single thing about how I acted.”

“Maybe we’re all just being paranoid,” Aiden said. “I haven’t been contacted by anyone yet.”

Izzy looked at him. “It’s just a matter of time. There’s something else too.” She took a moment to gather her thoughts. She knew they were not going to like what she’d learned. “I found out that the sergeant had been following me. He had pictures of me at his house.”

Aiden’s eyes flashed with anger. “No way.”

“Unfortunately, yes,” she said softly.

“Izzy, I hate to say this, but that only makes your situation more difficult,” Jay said.

“You sound like my lawyer.”

“The bigger question here is who did kill him,” Jay said. “We know it wasn’t one of us.”

“He was an officer for many years. Probably made his fair share of enemies,” Izzy said. “But would that be enough for murder?”

Aiden took her hand. “Let’s have a little more faith in Arlington PD here. Give them a chance to do their jobs. This is all very personal for us, but I want to believe that they will get this right, and the culprit will be brought to justice.”

She didn’t share his sunny viewpoint on the topic. “You’re more optimistic about that than I am. Something about the way the detective scrutinized me gave me pause. Which brings me to my next point.”

“Yes?” Aiden squeezed her hand.

“I’m going to do some investigating of my own.”

“Whoa. That can’t be a good idea.” Aiden turned toward his dad. “Talk some sense into her.”