Bring him to justice, no matter what you have to do.

I looked for Theo and found the back of his head. He was in the front pew with his family. It was where I should’ve been sitting—would’ve been, if I wasn’t avoiding my father. Theo hadn’t even been in New York when Caro died, I reminded myself. The cops had trouble locating him because he was on a plane. How could he be responsible for any of this?

When Theo stood to deliver the eulogy, my field of vision darkened to the point where we were the only two people in that cavernous church. I’d always kind of liked my brother-in-law. Caro and I had reconnected after years of silence when she started dating him. The first time she’d mentioned Theo, she’d compared him to Heathcliff, which made me hate him, sight unseen, because I loathed Wuthering Heights. But when I’d met him, I’d liked his seriousness, his inability to make small talk, and his sardonic sense of humor. Most people put their best face forward in public, but he’d been bracingly candid. Caroline told me you left home and lived with your best friend’s family when you were in high school, he said within five minutes of meeting me. I wish I’d done that. My father shipped me off to a boarding school I hated, but I was too cowardly to run away. Like an idiot, I did a lot of drugs instead.

At that moment, sitting in the church, I wondered if I’d mistaken cold-bloodedness for honesty.

“Thank you all for coming today.” Theo’s voice was perfectly modulated. He had an accent Caro called mid-Atlantic, which made him sound like he’d been dredged up from the middle of a frigid ocean. The undercurrents hinted at wealth and good breeding, but they wrapped every word in chilly formality. “I can’t tell you how much it means to me. I know Caroline would never have believed how well loved she was by so many people.”

There was nothing wrong with the words. Theo’s delivery was impeccable. He used no notes. He sounded good—and he looked good, with his wavy black hair and blue eyes, a muscular six one packed into an expensive suit. He wasn’t tearful, but he got a pass on that, since the Crawleys weren’t much for crying either. Cool reserve I understood. There was no hesitancy in his speech, but there was no emotion either. Every word was burnished, like a penny dropped into a fountain.