I sniffle and blow out a long breath, like all of this is so devastating for me, and say, “Well, I would think it’s obvious that a woman like Izzy was only with my father for his money.” I have to pause to make sure my voice gives nothing away. “So don’t you think she would’ve waited until after the wedding to kill him?”

Glover shoots Bierman another boastful look.

He clears his throat and now I’m sure Glover’s the cleverer one. “Since you’re so sure about it not being your father’s fiancée who did this, any idea who it could be?”

I take a deep breath and frown as if I’m truly thinking hard.

“Your father had a current will, correct?” Glover asks. “I would think so, with his diagnosis.”

“I think he drew one up with our lawyer,” I say with a shrug.

She scribbles something. “Had you seen it?”

“He didn’t really include me in stuff like that. Why?”

“He wasn’t married, and you’re his only child. That meant everything went to you, right?”

I shrug again. “My dad was super generous. I’m sure there were a bunch of charities and—”

“But not for long, because your father was engaged, correct?” Before I have a chance to respond, Glover sets down her pen and cocks her head. “How’d you feel about his fiancée? Aside from your suspicions that she was only after his money. You like her?”

“As a person?”

“Sure.”

“She was great for my dad,” I say about a woman I barely know. “Even if she was only using him, he was finally happy again. It’s been so hard ever since my mom...”

I let my words trail off and I stare blankly at the wall in front of me until I feel the prickle of tears in both eyes. When I shut them, they drip down my face. I part my lips, make it look like I’m gasping for breath, chest heaving.

“I’m just trying to—”

“Glover,” Bierman cuts in.

I glance up at him and catch him giving her an ease up look, and I have to fight against the buzz of victory and keep up the despondent act. His stern expression makes it clear that he’s her superior, but when he hands me a tissue, his features have noticeably softened. I see Glover glance at me, her face still hard, not an ounce of sympathy, maybe even resentment for getting called out by her more senior colleague. I’ve got nothing against her, but the tears worked and now I feel much more confident about plowing through the rest of this third degree.

Bierman takes a step closer to me. “Did your father have any kind of business nemesis that you know of? Think it could have been someone on your staff here? Had he received any digital threats recently?”