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phone.”
    Serena’s heart pounded. “That’s impossible.”
    â€œSomeone else could have used that phone to plant those emails,” Kay pointed out calmly.
    Sheriff Gray shrugged, then angled his head toward Serena. “But you sent them, didn’t you, Ms. Stover? You were desperate for attention after your husband’s death, so you fell for the first man who came along. Then you couldn’t stand it when Rice broke it off with you, so you stalked him, then went to his house and stabbed him.” Sheriff Gray’s voice hardened. “Now tell us where you dumped the body, and maybe we can talk a plea.”
    â€œThere’s no need to discuss a plea. My client is innocent.” Kay glared at the sheriff in challenge. “Sheriff, look at Ms. Stover. She can’t weigh more than one hundred and ten pounds. Rice was much larger and stronger, right?” She glanced at Serena. “How much did he weigh? One-eighty, two-hundred pounds?”
    Serena nodded.
    â€œFirst of all, it would be highly unlikely that Serena could overcome a man that size and stab him. Secondly, if she did, he would have put up a fight and she would have major defensive wounds.” Kay ticked her points off on her fingers. “And thirdly, even if she overcame those obvious obstacles and managed to kill him, how could she have possibly gotten rid of the body by herself?”
    Sheriff Gray punched the first photograph of the crime scene. “See those marks on the floor? There used to be a rug in that spot. She used it to roll up the man’s body.” He slanted Serena a condemning look. “Then you dragged him outside, put him in your van and dumped him somewhere. Where? A ravine maybe? The river?”
    Kay rolled her eyes. “There is no way my client could have lifted Rice into her van by herself.”
    Sheriff Gray tilted his head sideways. “You’d be surprised at how strong an adrenaline rush can make a person.”
    Kay shot up from her seat, her tone sarcastic. “Sheriff, this is ridiculous. The next thing you’re going to accuse her of is having an accomplice. Maybe her six-year-old son helped her dump the body.”
    â€œWhy don’t you let your client tell us how she disposed of Rice’s body?” Sheriff Gray suggested.
    Serena glared at him, biting back an argument. At this point, shouting and arguing would only make her look guilty. As if his evidence hadn’t already done that.
    â€œAs I said, my client is innocent, Sheriff.” Kay reached for her briefcase. “Now this interrogation is over. I demand you release Ms. Stover.”
    â€œWe’ll let the judge decide that in the morning,” Sheriff Gray said.
    â€œBut you have no case.” Kay glared at him. “You don’t have a body so you have no definitive proof of a crime, especially a murder. And all your evidence is circumstantial.”
    â€œIt may be circumstantial,” Sheriff Gray said. “But itis enough to hold your client, and enough to convict her. And for your information, I have a warrant to confiscate Ms. Stover’s vehicle and have it searched and processed for evidence.” He checked his watch. “In fact, it’s probably being confiscated as we speak.”
    Pure panic seized Serena. She wanted to deny that he would find anything incriminating in her van. But already he had evidence that boggled her mind. Evidence that had to have been planted.
    But who would frame her for murder?
    Dear God. If she was convicted, Petey would definitely go to foster care. She couldn’t lose him or spend the rest of her life in jail for a crime she hadn’t committed.
    â€œMs. Stover, do you have anything to say?” the sheriff asked.
    Serena glanced at Colt. He was watching her with hooded eyes. Judging her. Trying to decide whether or not he believed her.
    For some reason, that hurt more than the sheriff’s blatant accusations.
    She