“Can I see that number now?”

Ivy handed over her phone. Holly copied down the number.

“I’ll look into this, Ms. Brookes. See if I can trace who might be calling you. Would you please forward me the email Sutton sent on Friday? That will help.”

“Yes, I will.”

Holly caught the barest hesitation in her statement. “Is there anything else you need to tell me?”

Brookes’s eyes cast down. She planted her hands palms down on the counter, took a deep breath through her nose, let it out in a whoosh. “The baby.”

“Dashiell. He died last year, of SIDS, according to the autopsy report. They found no cause to think he was hurt by the parents.”

“I know what the autopsy said. But Sutton told me she thought Ethan killed the baby.”

The password. Ethan killed our baby.

“Why? Why did she believe this?”

Brookes stared at her a moment, assessing. She chewed her lip, which oddly made her look like a little girl, then held up a finger. “I’ll be right back.”

She disappeared down the hallway, came back a few moments later, clutching something small in her hand. She presented it to Holly with all the grace of a cat depositing a dead mouse, practically threw it at her.

It was a bottle of liquid diphenhydramine.

“What’s this?”

“Sutton found it in the baby’s room. Hidden, in the closet, behind an old stack of clothes Dashiell had outgrown. They were getting ready to donate them. It’s generic Benadryl.”

“I’m not following, ma’am.”

“They didn’t test the baby for this.”

“I saw the autopsy report. There was nothing that indicated anything was amiss. SIDS does happen.”

“It didn’t in this case. Ethan gave the baby Benadryl to quiet him. They’d had a huge fight, I already told you that. Sutton went out. Ethan couldn’t get the baby to stop crying. He dosed him, and it killed him.”

“The tox screen didn’t show that.”

“Then the tox screen wasn’t done properly. I watch those shows on television. I know you can do testing after the fact. You have tissue samples on file. Have them tested again. You’ll see. It was from this bottle. Sutton found it in the closet, and she gave it to me right away for protection.”

“It was hidden away?”

“Yes. And trust me, this is an anomaly. They don’t believe in drugs. They don’t believe in anything that isn’t totally pure, organic, healthy. The both of them are fitness nuts.”

“Except for the alcohol.”

“Everything in moderation. Sutton was never a big drinker. Ethan has food allergies. They were really clean. They’d never give the baby drugs. They barely take anything themselves.”

“I have a question.”

“Anything. Anything that will help find her. Anything that will stop him.”