“Let me explain what happened. Your car was parked in the driveway of the house where Victoria Mills was murdered. It left at ten thirty. I went over and over the crime scene photos and the witness statements and talked to the witness who saw your car leaving the neighborhood that night. And when I looked at a map, I realized that you weren’t leaving from your house, you were leaving from Mills’s house.

“Evidence at the scene proves that whoever killed Victoria Mills got into the passenger side of a vehicle in the driveway.” She put a photo down of the blood drops on the drive. “When Detective Reed returned two days after Victoria’s murder to question you about your alibi—if you remember, you originally told her that you were home all night and didn’t hear anything—you ‘remembered’ that you met Melissa for drinks.

“According to Ms. Randolph, she was asked the day after Victoria’s murder to tell anyone who asked that she met you at Russo’s for drinks. Convenient, because Russo’s doesn’t have any security cameras. Or rather, they didn’t until a series of car thefts prompted the owner to put cameras in the parking lot. We went back and checked that night—neither your vehicle nor Ms. Randolph’s vehicle was in the parking lot at all the night Victoria was killed.”

It was true that Russo’s had put in security cameras; however, they didn’t keep the footage this long. It was a bluff Lucy played well.

Clemson didn’t say anything.

Lucy put down a photo of Victoria’s body in the pool. It was bloated from floating in the water all night. Clemson closed his eyes.

“Who did you pick up at the Mills house?”

He didn’t speak.

“Mr. Clemson, I’m getting a warrant to search your car. No matter how well you clean up blood, we will find it. Bexar County has the best CSI in the state. Did the killer touch the door handle? Inside or outside? The seat? Did a drop drip down between the door and the seat, hiding in the dark where you can’t see it? We will find it.”

“Kincaid,” Nate said, and cleared his throat. He turned his phone to her. She turned back to Clemson. “We have the warrant. We’ll secure the car until the crime scene team gets here. Save us some time and energy. Who did you pick up at the house?”

He still remained silent. He was thinking how he could get out of this. Sweat beaded on his forehead.