She’d been in a police station before, but Piper had never been a suspect at the station. She’d never been interrogated, and it was freaking her the hell out. The interrogation and the murder.

“Piper, I’m a divorce attorney. You need someone else.” Ben’s voice was ragged as he sat beside her. He leaned forward in one of those rickety chairs that you saw on cop shows—only this was real life—because they were waiting to be interrogated.

No, not they. She was. She was the suspect. “Do not even think of leaving me.”

“I’m not! But I did call in a friend who specializes in criminal law. He’ll be here within the hour. Just don’t say anything until Kendrick gets here, okay?”

She didn’t know where Eric was. Eric, Rick, and Julia had followed her and Detective Lopez to the station, but when she’d been escorted back to the interrogation room, they’d been blocked. Since Ben was a lawyer—she’d declared him to be her lawyer in her loudest possible tone—he’d been able to go back with her.

“I didn’t do this.” She had to swallow twice to clear the dryness from her throat. “Someone is trying to set me up! I would never kill Grady!”

“I know.” He took her hand and squeezed. “You’re not a killer, Piper. I didn’t think for one second that you were.”

“I didn’t send him an email. You know I was out of town! I didn’t even have my laptop with me! It’s been at my gallery the whole time and—” Her eyes went wide. “Jessica. We have to find her. She had access to my laptop. Maybe she sent the message.”

His brow furrowed. “Why?”

“I have no idea!” Her voice had risen because she was losing her shit. And she was scared. Grady was dead, some jerk was terrorizing her, and now she was a murder suspect?

The door opened with a quiet groan. Detective Lopez stood there a moment, her gaze sliding first to Piper, then to Ben, then to their joined hands.

Then she looked over her shoulder, a faint frown on her face as she focused on the man behind her—Eric.

Just seeing him sent a surge of relief through Piper.

“You okay?” Eric asked her, voice quiet.

She shook her head. “Not even close.” But she was better than poor Grady. Piper rose to her feet and locked her stare on the detective. “What is happening? I didn’t kill Grady—and I didn’t send that email!”

“Piper.” Ben grabbed her hand and tugged her back down. “I’m your—temporary—attorney, and I’m advising you to remain quiet.”

The detective headed into the room with a slow, brisk stroll. She pulled out the chair on the opposite side of the table and took her time getting settled.