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perfect, milky white skin. Even though her eyes were swollen from crying, her lip still bleeding where it had been busted open, the woman was beautiful.
    "Ms. Campano," Will began.
    "Abigail," she softly interrupted. "You're the agent from the GBI?"
    "Yes, ma'am. I'd like to offer my condolences."
    She stared at him in confusion, probably because she still hadn't come to terms with her daughter's death.
    "Can you tell me a little bit about your daughter?"
    The blank stare did not go away.
    Will tried, "You told Detective Donnelly that she had been skipping school lately?"
    She nodded slowly. "Obviously, she managed to…" Her voice trailed off as she looked at the dead man on the floor. "Kayla got her into skipping last year. She'd never done anything like that before. She was always a good girl. Always trying to do the right thing."
    "There were other problems?"
    "It all seems so inconsequential." Her lips trembled as she held back her emotions. "She started talking back, doing her own thing. She was trying to be her own person, and we still wanted her to be our little girl."
    "Other than Kayla, did Emma have any friends? Boyfriends?"
    Abigail shook her head, wrapping her arms around her waist. "She was so shy. She didn't make new friends easily. I don't know how this could have happened."
    "Does Kayla have a brother?"
    "No, she's an only child." Her voice caught. "Like Emma."
    "Do you think you could make a list of the other kids she hung out with?"
    "There were acquaintances, but Emma always picked one person to…" Again, her voice trailed off. "She had no one but Kayla, really." There was something to her tone that was so final, so certain about her daughter's aloneness in the world, that Will could not help but feel some of her sadness. He also hoped to God that Leo was making plans to talk to this Kayla. If she was as much an influence in Emma Campano's life as her mother indicated, then she probably knew a lot more about what had happened here today than anyone else did.
    Will asked Abigail, "Is there anyone who might have a grudge against you or your husband?"
    She kept shaking her head, transfixed by the sight of the dead man lying in her foyer. "It all happened so fast. I keep trying to think what I did…what else I could have…"
    "I know you've been asked this before, but are you sure you don't recognize the man?"
    Abigail's eyes closed, but he imagined that she could still see her daughter's murderer. "No," she finally answered. "He's a stranger to me."
    Suddenly there was a man screaming from the front of the house. "Get the fuck out of my way!"
    Will heard scuffling outside, cops yelling for someone to stop, then Paul Campano barreled up the front steps like a man on fire. He rammed Faith Mitchell out of his way as he burst into the house. A uniformed patrolman caught her as she stumbled back, perilously close to the edge of the porch. Neither of them looked happy, but Leo waved his hand, telling them to let it go.
    Paul stood in the foyer, fists clenched. Will wondered if this was something genetic-that you were either the type of person who clenched your fists all the time or you weren't.
    "Paul…" Abigail whispered, rushing to him.
    Even holding his wife, Paul kept his hands fisted.
    Faith was obviously still bristling. Her tone was clipped. "Mr. Campano, I'm Detective Mitchell with the Atlanta Police Department. This is Detective Donnelly."
    Paul wasn't interested in introductions. He was staring at the dead man over his wife's shoulder. "Is that the fucker who did this?" His voice turned to a growl. "Who is he? What's he doing in my house?"
    Faith and Leo exchanged a look that Will would've missed if he hadn't been watching them for his own cues. They were partners; they obviously had a shorthand, and it looked like this time Faith was taking the short straw.
    She suggested, "Mr. Campano, let's go out on the porch and talk about this."
    "Who the fuck are you?" Paul glared at Will, his beady eyes almost