“That’s not a bad idea, Anne. I’ll slip that hunch I have about Deputy Hudson into discovery, and I’ll make sure to put his name on the witness list. D.A. Peters will look into it thinking I have something on him, but he’ll end up doing my work for me.”

“That is brilliant.”

“I should probably meet with him first and see if I can plant some seeds before he requests any of our discovery. Can you see if he’s available to meet this afternoon?”

“Absolutely.” Anne gets up from her chair, eager and ready to help in any way possible. She’s the one person I can always depend on, the one person I can always trust.

42. Adam Morgan

42

Adam Morgan

I’m pacing the living room back and forth, grabbing at my hair, scanning for objects that I could destroy to vent my anger. How could I not have known? How could I not have seen this sooner?

“Do you know who wrote it?” Rebecca asks for the tenth time.

“I have a pretty good fucking idea.” I want to punch something just to get some relief.

“Okay, well then who is it? We just found a big clue here. This is good news!” Rebecca is trying to calm me down, but it’s no use. I’m seeing red. A lying bitch is messing with my life. She’s trying to ruin me. She threatened me. Jesus Christ. She probably killed Kelly. For all I know, she’s manipulating the fucking evidence as we speak. Rebecca’s face pleads with me, eyes wide open, straining to know the answer.

“It’s Sarah’s assistant, Anne,” I finally say.

“Shit…” Rebecca looks at both notes. She returns her gaze to me. “And you’re sure?”

“Look at the writing. Of course I’m fucking sure.” I shove both notes in her face, a few inches from her nose.

She swats them away. “Easy. I’m on your side remember.”

I take a deep breath and a step back from her.

Rebecca looks me up and down. “She sent the threat. But if she killed Kelly, what would her motive be?”

“How the fuck should I know? I’m not a murderer. Remember?” I throw my hands up.

“Well… think,” Rebecca presses. “This isn’t the time to fly off the handle, this is the time to think.”

I rub my head, willing the answer to come to me. “She’s obsessed with Sarah, and she’s never really liked me. Maybe she wanted her all to herself.”

“If she’s obsessed with Sarah, perhaps she’d do anything for Sarah. Like kill her cheating husband’s mistress?” Rebecca raises an eyebrow.