“Okay. Fine. Let’s go back to what happened. What, if anything, do you remember about that weekend, before Sophie was killed?”

“I didn’t do it, so how would I know anything other than what was on the news?”

“Fine,” I say. “Tell me about what you, specifically, can recall.”

Connor leans as close as his chains allow. “First of all,” he says, “I didn’t even want to go there that weekend. I wish I never had, obviously. It was Kristen’s place. She and her family had rented the Lily for years. She loved the history of the cabins. I would prefer a place like Walla Walla for a weekend getaway. You know, someplace with decent food and good wine.”

“Walla Walla is fun,” I say. “But you went to Octopus Hole.”

“Right,” he says. “Kristen insisted. She makes the money, so she gets to decide.”

“Does that bother you?”

“No,” he says. “It’s the way it is. I love my wife. She works hard. We both did. She just made ten times more money than I did.”

“Back to the trip, Connor,” I say. “You left Seattle late Friday.”

“Right.”

“Make any stops?”

“Yes,” he says. “We stopped at a bar for some drinks and food. A Mexican place. I drank too much. Seriously, I did. I have a drinking problem. That’s no big secret. I know that better than anything now that I’m here.”

“That’s good,” I tell him. “Then what?”

“We stopped at a liquor store and got some more tequila. I stayed in the car. Kristen said we were going to party that night and do shots or something. I’m telling you, I had no business drinking any more. I felt sick and out of it.”

“So you stopped drinking, did you?”

“I had a flask and Kristen filled it. I drank all the way up to the cabin.”

“And after that?”

Connor looks upward. A tear starts to fall, and he awkwardly tries to wipe it with his cuffed hands.

“Nothing, Detective. Nothing at all. I was drunk. I passed out.”

I’ve heard of sleepwalking murderers, and I’ve felt sorry for them. Being a drunken murderer is different, however. I’m less forgiving. Sure, it’s possible that such a killer had no idea what they were doing, or it was a case in which they did what they had always wanted to do—with the help of a 110-proof shot of courage.

I’m unclear about the dynamic between Connor and Adam and Sophie. I ask him if he knew Adam.

He says he didn’t.