I received a text from him last night saying, “Got it.” I didn’t ask for any more information. What I’m having him do isn’t legal, so I’d rather not leave a trail of information leading to me. I’ll have to wait. I’ll have to be patient, and I’ll have to hope that one of those goddamn names is a match. I’m on the couch in my office looking out the window at the city, something I never take the time to do. But right now, I have time.

There’s a knock, and before I can tell whoever it is to enter, the door opens and in walks Bob. He’s carrying a few folders that he has to shift in his arms as he closes the door behind him.

I let out a groan.

“Tell me this is all almost over,” he says taking a seat beside me, completely uninvited, but I’m too tired to fight with him.

“It should be. Court starts Monday. I have Matthew working on something that will help.”

He nods and places the folders on the coffee table. “I thought I should let you know Sheriff Stevens cleared me.”

“Well, I suppose that’s good news.” I glance at him and then return my gaze to the skyline.

“I was in Wisconsin. He verified my flights, and I have twenty plus witnesses that can verify my whereabouts.”

“You don’t need to convince me, Bob.”

“I just thought you’d like to know… for the case.”

We sit in silence for a few moments.

“What about Anne?” I finally ask. I know Bob is more informed than he should be about this case. He doesn’t want anything to reflect poorly on the firm, and he’s still upset about Adam’s outburst and how it made him look.

“She seems to be cleared,” he says.

“Seems?”

“Yes.”

I don’t question him any further. There’s no way Anne could have done this. She doesn’t have it in her. She’s meek and kind. She couldn’t even tell me that Adam was cheating on me. How the hell could she pull off a murder?

“The police also checked my bank accounts to rule out that I paid someone to off Kelly.”

I nod.

“I’m clear there as well.”

“Okay. Is there a reason you’re telling me all of this, Bob?”

“I just want to make sure we’re on the same page. We are on the same team, after all, Sarah. You know that, right?” he questions. His face softens. His face is never soft in the office. It’s always stern. Always condemning. Always masked with anger or discontent.

“Yeah, I know, Bob.”

“And I spoke to Kent about the incident. He understands that you aren’t to blame for what happened in the office with Adam.”

“Thanks. You didn’t have to do that.”