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“Bullshit,” Peter spits angrily.

“Sorry?” She glances at him in annoyance.

“It’s fine,” I place a hand on the table. “This is her brother. We both know she didn’t do it. Do you have a picture of the knife?” I ask.

“No, but I can have someone send it over,” she says.

I nod. “Thanks. That’ll be very helpful.”

We sit there for another twenty minutes before the picture comes in. I hand my phone to Peter.

“Do you think this is the knife he was looking for?” Peter asks.

“I don’t know. But let’s hope it is. In the meantime, we have to find out who made it and who sold it. Hopefully, it’s rare enough that we get an answer.”

“Who was looking for a knife?” The lieutenant asks.

Standing up, I tap Peter’s shoulder to do the same.

“Thank you for your time. We’ll be leaving now.”

She smiles. “I know, I know. You don’t want to share information.”

The corner of my mouth lifts slightly.

“Thank you, ma’am. I’ll be in touch.”

Peter nods briefly as we walk out of the office, although I see the anger in his fists and his tightened jaw.

“I’ll make sure your sister is vindicated,” I put a hand on his shoulder when we get outside. “I promise you.”

His face is hardened when he turns to me. “I know. I know. I’m just…pissed. All her life, Savannah has had to lobby for my father’s approval. I did the best I could, trying to make him see that she was worth as much as a son to him, but he didn’t.”

“And he made that clear. But she did not stop. It did not deter her from going on and becoming a paralegal. I still blame myself that she didn’t go to law school because I know it was my fault—indirectly.”

“Then this,” his muscles tighten under his shoulder blades. “This. Any help you need, Michael, please ask. I’ll drop everything to assist you, and help my sister clear her name.”

I nod. “Okay.”

“But keep it a secret from Savannah.”

“I know,” I say firmly.

It feels weird, given the relationship I now have with Savannah, but I know some things are meant to remain secret, even though I’d love nothing more than to clear the misunderstanding between the two of them.

Chapter 16

Savannah

Alice pulls out the chair for me to sit, and I give a polite, thankful nod.

“Thank you for agreeing to see me. I didn’t think you’d pick up my call or agree to meet me here,” Alice says.

I purse my lips. I didn’t want to. I would have been fine sitting at home, curled up in a ball, thinking about my life, or making calls to people I know who had some sort of relationship with Brandon.

But my life is in shambles. I never had many friends, but I had my colleagues at work, and we would occasionally have lunch together from time to time. Since the first trial, it’s been me. Me against the world, me on my own with nobody except Michael to turn to. Since we’ve established that sex isn’t happening again, I know to keep an emotional distance, too.

It’s been a week. A long, exhausting week.

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