He paused. “It was out of character, actually. Her reaction, I mean. Sutton usually took reviews of her work with a grain of salt. Believe the bad, you have to believe the good, and all that. For some reason, this one upset her tremendously. Hit her at the wrong time, I guess. Most of it’s been taken offline now. Stellar Reads even sent apologies.”

Enough, you don’t need to tell them everything. This is irrelevant.

“Has the situation been resolved?”

He shook his head. “Sutton has at least twenty new hate emails this week alone. So, no, I’d say it hasn’t been.”

“We’d like to take the computer with us, let our forensic technicians go over it. Are you okay with that?”

Robinson cleared his throat. “I would think, if you want my client to hand over information related to his wife’s disappearance, a warrant would be in order.”

Ethan wanted to climb inside the bloody marble and disappear. Now he was Robinson’s client? Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Coming, right after we leave here. Unless Mr. Montclair—”

Ethan had to get this back under control. “You don’t need a warrant. Feel free to look at anything in the house you want. I’ve done nothing wrong. You’re welcome to take the computer with you.”

He tried to block a vision of his wife, his very private wife, her face drawn in shock, allowing him to let the police walk away with her computer.

You’ve given me no recourse, wife.

“Ethan,” Robinson warned, but Ethan held up a hand to stop him.

“Seriously. Look at the computer. Then you’ll see. I have absolutely nothing to hide.”

WHAT’S REALLY GOING ON HERE?

The female cop nodded. “Okay. This is very helpful information. I’m going to need names and dates. But before we do all of that, would you categorize your relationship with your wife as volatile, Mr. Montclair?”

“Never. We just didn’t always see eye to eye.”

The cop glanced at the older one, who nodded slightly. “We have a number of domestic calls to this address.”

Ethan took a deep breath. “I know how that looks. Sutton and I fight. We argue. We’re very passionate people. Sometimes we argue on the porch, or in the backyard, and neighbors take it the wrong way.”

“So your wife hasn’t called the police? It’s only been the neighbors?”

“Yes. No one will admit who made the calls, but you’ll see in every incident, no charges are filed. There is no evidence of abuse, no physical altercations. Just some nosy neighbors who don’t like to mind their own business. It’s been hard on us, since the baby...”

Graham looked around the kitchen. “Where is the baby, sir?”

Beams of light pouring in the kitchen, the small crystal Sutton had hung in the window above the farmhouse sink catching the sun, suddenly spinning, shooting fractured light through the room. It looked so homey, so normal, except for the albino cop standing across from him.

He took in a breath. The cop’s head had cocked to the side, like a spaniel. Now she was really paying attention.