“Social media is key for criminal defense. We need to know how our clients are being perceived, whether there is bias—and also whether we can use some of those perceptions to underpin an alternative theory of the case.” He pointed to her smartphone that she had laid by her notepad. “Get thee a social media account ASAP.”

Kate opened the app on her phone. “Hmmm…how about @JusticeQueen?” she asked with a small smile as she searched for Harry Owen’s official Twitter account.

“I was thinking more along the lines of @Bent&Lange, although I like @JusticeQueen. Maybe save that one until you are elevated to the bench.” He noticed her frown. “What’s up?”

“Harry Owen is being trolled pretty hard by someone named @TruthAboutHarry.”

“What’s he saying?”

“He’s accusing Harry of all kinds of things. Fraud, sexual harassment, shooting his own father.”

THE BODY BUTCHER LEFT YOU FOR ME. The note had been left on her windshield by John McNally. And it was seared into her brain. Stalker, troll—the lines were blurred.

“Could be a typical troll. Or…may I?” Eddie held out his hand for Kate’s smartphone.

Kate fought down the memory of McNally. His face, his anger, his pain.

His glee.

She glanced at Eddie. He waited, hand extended. She gave him her phone.

He quickly scrolled through @TruthAboutHarry’s posts. “He hasn’t posted anything for several days.”

“Do you think he is connected with the break-in?”

“Perhaps. We’ll see what the police come up with. But let’s keep an eye on this account.” He handed Kate’s phone to her.

She nibbled on the end of her pen. “In the meantime, let me see if I can come up with a connection between our friend Harry and Leah. Perhaps he invited her to the house.”

Eddie rubbed his jaw. “So, maybe he’s a jilted lover and shot her when she refused his advances?”

“I could totally see why she would jilt him.”

Eddie held up a cautionary hand. “I know your previous dealings with him have made you dislike him, Kate. But Harry Owen could be a victim of a crime. Plain and simple.”

“I don’t think there’s anything plain or simple about our Member of Parliament, Eddie.”

Eddie glanced at Harry Owen’s face plastered across the front page of the paper. Kate had to admit, his expression was a study of shock in black-and-white.

“But this certainly will create tremendous sympathy for him,” she said. McGrath Woods would be in seventh heaven. “Given his party was trailing in the polls, this is just what he needed. You don’t think he shot Leah because he was trying to portray himself as the defender of his elderly parents?”

Eddie pushed the newspaper away. “Maybe he shot her because he believed they were under attack and he was trying to defend his parents.”