I’d showered and dressed, drunk two cups of coffee, and was sitting in Reid’s master suite alcove, when someone knocked on the door.

“Ms. Jones?”

I walked to the door and opened it. Lydia stood there.

“Yes?”

She fidgeted nervously. “I’m sorry, Ms. Jones, but there’s a police officer here to escort you to the precinct for questioning.”

My skin went numb. “What? Did you call Reid?”

“I didn’t.”

I grabbed my phone and called Reid quickly.

“Zee?” he said breathlessly.

“Reid, I need you. Lydia says there’s an officer here to take me in for questioning.”

“Fuck. This too?”

“What do you mean?”

“They’ve just arrested Lacey.”

My heart dropped. “Lacey? You said she had no motive.”

“She doesn’t. But someone thinks she does. Or rather, someone wants the police to think she does. But don’t worry about that. Do not leave. I’m coming up.”

I nodded, though of course he couldn’t hear me through the phone. “Okay.” But the call had dropped already.

“Reid’s coming up.”

Lydia nodded. “The officer said you should come out.”

I shook my head vehemently. “Not until Reid gets here.”

“Where is he?”

“I don’t know. He said he’s coming up, so he’s probably just in the office.”

God, I hoped I was right. I couldn’t do this without Reid. I just couldn’t.

Relax, I told myself. You’re not a suspect. You have an alibi.

Lydia nodded and left me in Reid’s bedroom. I trembled, and my bowels churned. Shit. Literally. I ran to the bathroom and took care of that necessity, and then I washed my hands and ran a comb through my hair.

“Why do I care what my hair looks like?” I said aloud.

I set the comb down, my hands shaking so badly that it fell to the bathroom floor with a clink.

“Zee?”

Thank God. Reid was here. Everything would be okay now. Right? I ran out of the bathroom and into his arms.

“It’s okay, baby.” He kissed my forehead. “It’s all going to be okay.”

“But Lacey…”

“She’ll be fine. We won’t let anything happen to her.”

“Why do they want to question me again? I already told that detective everything.”

“I don’t know, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart. The endearment coated me in warmth like a blanket on a brisk day.

“You’re not going alone. Zach is waiting downstairs to go with you.”

“Zach? I want Moira.”

“I understand, but when you found that handkerchief and those business cards of Lacey’s in Moira’s office—”

“Not Moira!”

“I don’t think so either, but we can’t take the chance. I had my people sweep all the attorneys’ offices during the night. Zach’s was clean.”

“But that doesn’t mean—”