“Wait! Anne—Anne sent the threat. She killed Kelly. Arrest her.” I get one hand free pointing at that little weasel.

Sheriff Stevens exchanges a glance with Sarah and Scott Summers. Scott instantly turns red and is already manhandling Anne, no questions asked. Anne screams as Scott tries to handcuff her.

“Wait a minute!” Bob yells. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“You heard him. She had something to do with my wife’s murder. She’s coming with us,” Scott says.

“You can’t just arrest her,” Sarah pipes in. Matthew and D.A. Peters back her up.

“Sarah? She lied to you.” My eyes grow wide in disbelief.

“I’m going to get to the bottom of this. But she has rights.” Sarah shakes her head.

Anne thanks her.

“Don’t you fucking speak to me,” Sarah warns.

Anne shrinks and lowers her head.

“What do you want to do, boss?” Deputy Hudson holds me in place by the cuffs.

“This is a fucking nightmare. We’re bringing her in for questioning. If she doesn’t want to come, we’ll get a warrant,” Sheriff Stevens says.

Anne raises her head. “I’ll go. I have nothing to hide.”

“Yeah, fucking right. Lying bitch,” I say under my breath but loud enough for everyone to hear.

“That’s enough,” Bob exclaims.

And it’s at that moment that I realize where I saw Bob recently. It’s the look on his face that brings back the image. My mouth drops open. My eyes grow wild. This motherfucker. “It’s you!” I point at Bob’s smug face.

“Me… what?” he asks.

“You. You’re Nicholas Robert Miller. You’re Kelly’s ex-husband’s brother.”

Sarah whips her head at him. Sheriff Stevens is rubbing his head. Scott’s anger has yet to subside and is only intensifying every moment he’s here. D.A. Josh Peters looks confused, and I don’t blame him. Matthew steps aside from Bob.

“I’m not being pulled into this,” Bob says matter-of-factly.

“You killed her, didn’t you?” The question is rhetorical.

“I’ll hear no more of this nonsense.” Bob’s face tightens.

“Is that true, Bob? Are you Kelly’s ex-husband’s brother?” Sarah asks.

Bob hangs his head. “Yes, but I had nothing to do with any of this.”

Sarah lets out a gasp.

“Jesus fucking Christ. This case was supposed to be closed,” Sheriff Stevens says in exasperation. Scott begins breathing heavily and then in an instant, he’s on top of Bob, pummeling away. Sheriff Stevens and Deputy Hudson scream at him to stop and pull him off. After a cacophony of shouting and tangling and untangling of polyester the chaos subsides and heavy panting begins to fill the space.