“I’ve seen weirder.” Ianelli lifted his palms to the sky in a who knows gesture. “Maybe you just pretended to try and save him.”

“I called 911.” Conor gave up. “Whatever.”

Wait. Was that almost a smile on Jackson’s face?

“What’s going on?” Conor dropped into a chair, exhaustion flooding him. He was tired of all of this.

Jackson shoved his hands into his pockets and stared at the floor. When he looked up, his eyes were gleaming. “Sorry. We were just fucking with you.”

Conor looked from one cop to the other. In the middle of his stone-cold face, Ianelli’s eyes laughed.

“What?”

“Don’t you watch the news?” Jackson asked, shaking his head. “We arrested Professor English for the museum murder.”

“You did?” Conor would have jumped to his feet if his legs had been steadier.

“Can’t give you the deets, but we were on our way back to the station when this call came in. We thought you should know.” Jackson stepped toward the door. “Excuse us, we have to go nail his ass.”

“Good luck with that,” Conor said.

Jackson turned back. “Oh, and we’re bringing Blaine Delancey in. We think he might have been the one who pushed Dr. Hancock into the street.”

“You’ll let me know if the kid makes it, right?” Conor asked.

“Sure,” Jackson said.

The cops walked out the door, leaving Conor in a state of disbelief. Even though he’d found evidence the professor was a pervert, and he’d considered the possibility of Xavier being the killer, the cop’s confirmation of the professor’s guilt was still a shock.

Was it really over?

His phone vibrated. He glanced at the screen, hoping it was Louisa. The vet’s number popped onto the display.

He answered the call. “Hello?”

The vet didn’t waste any time. “You need to come down here immediately.”

Louisa checked her cell phone. Nothing from Conor. He’d promised to call her when he heard from the vet. Maybe the vet hadn’t finished the tests or he’d gotten tied up at work. The bar could get insanely busy at dinnertime. He’d call when he could. She needed to be patient.

Did he even know about Xavier’s arrest? She still couldn’t believe the professor was a sexual deviant and a killer.

She collected her purse, shimmied into her jacket, and locked her office. April slumped at her desk, not looking any more productive or less miserable than Louisa had been all afternoon.

She stopped in front of her desk. “I’m heading out.”

April sniffed. “Good idea.”

“Are you going to be all right?” Louisa hesitated, unsure of how to proceed with the closer relationship that had sprung up with her assistant.

“Yeah.” April gave her a watery smile. “We have to face one day at a time. That’s all we can do.”