If I hired an attorney, I wanted one with integrity. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“That’s what people didn’t understand. It was never personal for Graham. It was about getting the best result for his client.” She sniffed and wiped her eyes. “And winning.”

“I see.” I didn’t. Not really. I’d rather lose with honor than bend rules or step on people to win.

Sumner scraped her fingers through her hair. “What did you do after your husband died? How did you…”

“How did I manage? I ran. I grabbed my daughter and hopped on a plane for Europe.”

“Did it help?”

“Yes, and no. Europe gave us some distance. But we still had to process our grief.” Grace more than me. “Henry and I weren’t on firm footing when he died. I was more worried about my daughter than my sadness.”

“I don’t know if having children would make this easier or harder. I can’t imagine what you went through—comforting a child after her father’s murder.”

I didn’t have an answer to that. Grace had adored her father and losing him would be a lifelong wound.

Sumner rubbed a hand across her face. “I wanted children, but it never happened for us.” She stared into the woods for long seconds, then straightened her shoulders. “Graham told me not to worry about it. He was already paying two tuitions.”

Graham’s first wife, Roux, had negotiated an epic divorce settlement. Unhappy wives still talked about it, wondered how she’d ended up so well off. I’d heard Graham was on the hook for tuition as long as his children wanted to be in school, up to and including med school. The two children he had with Roux were entitled to half his estate, no matter how many additional children he had or if he was married at the time of his death. And, until she remarried, Roux had received huge alimony checks.

“I wish I knew who did this.”

“Did you see anyone when you were running this morning?”

“Bill and you.” She pursed her lips. “I can’t believe you didn’t hear the gunshot.”

“The air-conditioner in our cabin is so loud, someone could have blown up your cabin and we wouldn’t have heard a thing.”

“When you came outside?”

“If Graham was shot while I was on the path, I’d have heard it.” A gunshot would certainly have torn my focus from finding coffee. “I didn’t hear a thing but the birds.”

She frowned. “Does your husband have a suspect?"

He had too many suspects. “Not that he's told me.”

She crossed her arms. “Graham deserves justice.”

“Agreed. Anarchy will catch the killer. You just have to give him more than a few hours.”

“What about the murder weapon?”

“What about it?”

“Have the police found it?”

“Possibly.”

Here brows lifted. “Where?”

“Hidden in one of the cabins.”