“Sarah is fine—just a small cut on her forehead, but that girl’s a fighter. Not even a six-foot man could take that woman down,” he says with a smile.

I nod, knowing that’s true. “Where is she? I want to see her.”

“I told her to go home and take care of herself. She’ll be back in the morning. I hope that’s okay.”

“Of course.”

“Now, I’m going to look into Scott because it’s the right thing to do. I’m not convinced that you’re the one that did this, but I’m also not convinced you’re innocent either.” He stands up.

“Okay,” I say because there is nothing else I can say. He knows what I think, and I’m not going to sit here and try to convince him that I didn’t do it. I know at the end of the day it’s the evidence that matters; at least that’s what I’ve learned from Sarah. I trust her to find that evidence, and I think I almost trust Sheriff Stevens to help her find it.

“There’s an officer stationed outside your room. I’ll bring Sarah back tomorrow to see you.” He hesitates for a bit. “I’ll get to the bottom of this. You have my word.” He walks out before I can respond.

16. Sarah Morgan

16

Sarah Morgan

Matthew drove me straight home. He tried to dissuade me from taking on the case. He said I was making a mistake. I told him it wasn’t any of his business.

I was too tired to go to the office, too frustrated to try to explain to Anne or anyone else what was going on in my life. I don’t think I can even face anyone. I’m feeling far too much—angry, scared, sad, fearful, and a mix of other things I can’t even describe.

This is going to get out soon. The press is going to eat this up. With my status in D.C. and the fact that Adam is a published novelist, it’s only a matter of time until it gets out. What will I say to Anne? To my colleagues? To my clients? I can’t worry about that. My focus must be on Adam and this case.