“Actually …” This woke me up a bit. “Actually, I was really aware of the time. Grace’s on a three-hour feeding schedule right now. Sometimes she goes four hours, but I always know when her last feeding was before I put her down, because that helps me know how long she’s slept.” And how long I’ve slept. “I fed her at eleven and then went to sleep myself. She’s not good about taking a bottle, so when I heard her at two, I got up to feed her. And I checked the time, and it had been three hours. On a regular night, if everything went well, she might even have slept for four more after. Once she went five. And that would have put us between six and seven, which is when I’ve been getting up. She’s pretty regular.” I looked at Alondra. “I even fed her here at six. And she’ll want to be nursed again in about an hour.”

Alondra said, “Any other questions about my client’s grasp of time?”

Detective Clark gave a little half smile that acknowledged she’d pushed me and Alondra too far. “Let’s talk about your neighbors.”

I sat up straighter. Maybe I could tell from the questions she asked what exactly had happened, what they suspected.

“How long have you known Brady and Lena Voss?”

“Almost a year and a half now, ever since we moved in.”

“And how would you describe your relationship?”

“Friendly?” I sounded like I wasn’t sure. “We’re friends.” Although I wouldn’t describe myself as Brady’s friend. Especially not after seeing him in the hallway. It was terrifying how easily I’d accepted he was a murderer. He must be. “I’m friends with Lena.”

“And your husband, he was friends with Brady.”

“I guess.” How much did she know? If I said Yes, they were friends; they worked in the yard and went fishing together, would Michael be implicated in whatever Brady had done? But if I downplayed it, or worse, lied and the cops found out, that might make it look like there was something to hide. As if she could sense my distress, Grace let out a sharp cry. I glanced down, and her eyes were wide open, searching my face.

“You spend a lot of time together.”

I didn’t look at Detective Clark and instead watched Grace as she tried to find her mouth with her fist. She shouldn’t be hungry, but she was looking for comfort. “Some. I mean, Lena and I go walking almost every day, and then we all hang out a couple of evenings a week.”

“What kind of things do you do?”