Diana laughed without even a trace of humor. “Pretty much exactly what you asked me the other day! What did I see that night? Was there anyone suspicious near the campsite? Did anyone acting strangely approach us in town? I told you them what I told you. I didn’t see anything or anyone. Period.”

“Okay.” I nodded. I assumed she didn’t drag me out here just to discuss her interview with the police, but I didn’t want to push her. “That must have been unpleasant for you.”

“I suppose I shouldn’t complain to you—at least I haven’t been arrested. How’s James doing?”

“He’s not great,” I admitted. “He’s not himself. He went back to work for the first time today, but he doesn’t think his patients are going to trust a doctor who’s been accused of murder, you know?”

“He’s right to be worried,” Diana said. “I’d switch practices.”

I was shocked by her honesty. “James is a good doctor, though.”

“I’m sure he is. But we’re living in unforgiving times. Once you go viral, there’s no such thing as going back to life as usual.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” I sighed. “I used to work for a public relations firm in Miami, so I thought I knew what we were in for. But back in those days, the Internet wasn’t what it is now. Damage control is a lot harder to manage.”

The waitress appeared, and Diana ordered a glass of white wine.

“I really shouldn’t indulge, but at this point, it’s medicinal,” she told me, once the waitress had departed. “It’s the stress. So much stress.”

“I’m sorry you’re being forced to relive this,” I said.

“It’s hardly your fault. You weren’t even there that night.”

The waitress returned with Diana’s wine, and asked if we were ready to order. Diana waved her off.

“We’re going to need a few minutes,” she said. Once the waitress departed again, Diana sipped her wine, and shook her head.

“I don’t know why we ever thought we’d get away with it.”

It took me a few moments to process Diana’s words. A chill passed over me, and I forced myself to inhale, but even then, my breath was shallow in my chest.

“Get away with . . . what?” I asked. I was shocked how calm I sounded, when every last nerve in my body was suddenly pulsing.

“Oh, God, it’s not what you think.” Diana held up both of her hands, as though trying to calm a startled animal. “I don’t mean that we were directly involved in . . .” She stopped, and glanced around to make sure no one was listening. “What happened.”

“Diana, what are you saying?”