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“He has enough people to pull off something like this, and—”
    She mentally hit herself.
    “Of course you know that.” Julia released a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. “Okay. I understand. But don’t you think it’s odd that the wife of the victim didn’t inform dispatch that there was possibly a second victim in the house? What would a normal person do if you walked in and found your spouse murdered?”
    Will said, “I’d hunt through the house for the culprit.”
    “Don’t think like a cop.”
    Gage nodded. “If I were in her shoes, I might leave the house out of fear. Call nine-one-one.”
    “And tell them your daughter might be in the house.”
    “Maybe she was too distraught. In shock. It wasn’t a pretty scene.”
    “Murder never is, Dr. Gage.”
    Will interjected, “Even if she was in shock, when the responding officers arrived, at the very least, she should have told them there was someone else inside. They searched the house per protocol, looking first for a culprit.”
    “Exactly.” Julia nodded.
    “Maybe the mother didn’t think she was home?” Gage offered.
    “Emily is on probation,” Julia said. “She has to be at home from six p.m. through six a.m. every day unless she is with a parent or guardian.”
    “What did she do to land probation?”
    Julia took a deep breath. “She vandalized the courthouse last year.”
    Recognition sparked in Gage’s eyes. “I remember. Graffiti.”
    “She spray-painted ‘hypocrites’ all over the building,” Will said. “Some sort of political statement?” He looked at Julia for answers she didn’t have.
    “Emily never talked about it. That’s why she was sent to a psychiatrist. That was one of the court orders.”
    Will made note of that. “Dr. Garrett Bowen.”
    “Right.”
    “He prescribed a lot of medication for a teenager.”
    Julia tensed. Now she needed to get out. She knew too much about the medication, too much about what Emily was and was not doing with it.
    She would not jeopardize her niece, but she couldn’t lie to law enforcement. They were on the same side. She had to remember that.
    “Emily did not kill Victor Montgomery,” Julia said. “That much I know.”
    “But maybe she knows who did,” Will said pointedly.
    Julia ached for her niece. “I’m going to the hospital.”
    “Don’t interview her,” Will warned.
    “I’m not,” she snapped. “She needs someone who loves her right now, and I think I’m the only person in the world who does.”
    Will walked Julia to her car. “Julia.”
    She turned to look at him, swallowing the fear and worry that rose in her throat. “What?”
    “I have the utmost respect for you. You’re one of the best we have in the DA’s office. But I have to tell you something as a friend.” He stared at her, his expression stern. “The only thing you can do for Emily right now is to get her an attorney. And you have the money to hire the best.”
    She put a hand on her stomach, feeling sucker-punched. “Is the evidence that damning?”
    Will sighed. “It doesn’t look good.”
    Julia slid into her car, then made the second call she didn’t want to make. This time, the person called picked up the phone.
    “Iris Jones.”
    “Iris, it’s Julia Chandler.”
    Iris laughed, low and full of irony. At least, that’s how it sounded to Julia. “I heard about Montgomery.”
    “News travels fast.”
    “Helps when you’re listening. I knew you’d call me.”
    Julia almost hung up. She didn’t like Iris Jones, attorney-at-law, or Iris Jones, the person. Oil versus water. Justice versus anarchy.
    But Iris was as good at her job as Julia was at hers, and she had a grudging respect for the woman.
    “Emily was taken to Scripps Memorial. Can you meet me tonight?”
    “Give me an hour.”
    Will watched Julia drive off, wondering who she’d been talking to on the phone. He motioned to Diaz. “Hey, follow the counselor. I think she’s going to the hospital to visit her