“I’m not at liberty to divulge those details, but let’s just say no one is ruled out yet. However, if you cooperate and continue to be open and honest with me, it’ll make things a lot easier for you.”

He stood up and rapped on the table.

“I do need to warn you, though. We’ll be keeping tabs on both you and your daughter, so don’t leave town.”

“I won’t.”

As he left, I knew it was time to lawyer up, although I had no idea how to go about finding the right one. After an online search, I discovered we wouldn’t qualify for a public defender because we made too much money, yet our savings were meager. How the hell would I find the money to afford decent legal aid? By the time I found a job—I had already started looking weeks ago without telling Owen, but the pickings were slim—and had a paycheck coming in, it’d be too late. And the insurance company wouldn’t pay out until the investigation was completed.

But the bigger question was, who had gotten to Owen first? Lily had access to drugs, but they were prescription drugs. Could those even cause a heart attack? I had no idea, but I suppose too much of anything could do lethal damage. Not to mention, Lily had never approved of Owen, found him controlling and abusive. But enough that she would kill him? It didn’t ring true.

Robin was the only one I could imagine who would want Owen dead. In fact, the whole family had motive. As a doctor, Grant had access to any number of drugs and I bet Robin was angry enough to kill. Or maybe Ryan wanted vengeance after Owen attacked him. As my mind began to arrange all the pieces in various patterns, the door rattled as someone knocked. I nearly jumped out of my skin.

I opened the door and found Detective Rossi. Again. “Everything okay?”

“Mrs. Fischer, I was just heading to my car when I got a call. I’m going to need you to come down to the station with me.”

My heart stopped. I barely got the words out. “What about?”

“We found something that could break the case open. Meet me in the parking lot—and bring your daughter.”

I could feel it in my bones that it was over. Somehow I was going to be incriminated for a crime I didn’t end up committing after all. Irony didn’t begin to cover it.

I texted Aria to meet me out front, then headed outside to meet Detective Rossi. He was waiting at his car for me, coolly leaning against the hood, arms folded across his chest, sunglasses hiding his judgmental eyes. When Aria arrived, she had questions that I couldn’t answer and the detective refused to.

“We’ll discuss it at the station,” he answered simply.