Page 71 of No One Can Know

“All these years and you haven’t gotten less stubborn,” he muttered.

“Would you rather I ask JJ?” Emma said, watching him openly. He shifted uncomfortably. “She doesn’t like you very much. Why not?”

“Your sister and I had something of a disagreement during the investigation into your parents’ deaths,” Chris said. “She thought I was, in her words, ‘out to get her.’”

“Meaning what?” Emma asked, alarmed.

“Meaning I tried to convince her to come forward with any information she had that might help you,” Chris said quietly.

“You weren’t supposed to—” Emma began, and clicked her teeth shut. “You were supposed to protect all of us,” she amended.

“I was trying to find a way out of the mess you’d gotten yourself into, Emma. And your sister wasn’t my client,” Chris said.

“You were Uncle Chris to her, too,” Emma reminded him.

“It wasn’t like I was trying to throw her to the wolves, whatever she might have thought. But I suspected that she knew something that might have helped you. And judging by how fiercely you guarded her secrets, I’m guessing you thought the same,” Chris said. “You took a bullet for your sisters, Emma. And that’s your prerogative. But right now, you ought to remember that they’re not your only family anymore. And you’ve got other obligations.”

Emma’s hand started instinctively toward her abdomen, but she forced herself to drop it. “Believe me, I know,” she said.

He made a noise of surrender. “Get the footage if you can and send it to me. I can pass it along to the police if they don’t already have it—and assuming it shows what we expect it to.”

“You mean, as long as it doesn’t show me waltzing out with a gun to murder my husband?” she asked. “I’ll get it.”

“And then you stay put,” he said.

Stay put. Sit tight. Wait for things to blow over—or not. That was the smart thing to do.

And there was no way she was going to do it.

35EMMA

Now

It took Emma three tries to remember the password, but then she was looking at camera feeds. Gabriel had brought a laptop into the guest room and sat beside her on the bed as she pulled up the footage from the night Nathan died. Emma watched with her heart in her throat, but if she had hoped for a smoking gun, a perfect image of a killer stalking toward the carriage house, she was disappointed.

There were two cameras. One above the front door, which captured the courtyard drive but didn’t show the carriage house itself; and one at the back of the house, overlooking the woods. The back door camera hadn’t caught anything more interesting than a deer picking its way across the lawn. The front was what Emma had been more interested in anyway. She plugged in 7:30P.M., the night of the argument, and sped up the footage.

There she was, walking out to the car. Her shoulders were stiff, her gait tense. She got into the car and drove away.

About fifteen minutes later, another car pulled in. The memory of the wineglasses in the dishwasher flashed through her mind, and for a moment she thought of Addison—but the car was JJ’s. JJ walked up to the front steps carrying a bottle of wine and knocked.

Emma caught her breath as Nathan emerged from the house. The camera only showed the back of his head—it didn’t show his face atall. But still her heart squeezed, and she only realized she had made a sound when Gabriel put his hand on her shoulder.

“We don’t have to watch this,” Gabriel reminded her. “I could do it, or you could give it to your lawyer.”

Emma shook her head. “No. It’s fine. It doesn’t show the carriage house. It won’t show the murder.” She made herself finish the sentence, refusing to trail off into the mercy of silence.

On the screen, JJ and Nathan had disappeared inside. “Did JJ tell you she was there last night?” Gabriel asked.

“No. She failed to mention that,” Emma said, voice brittle.

“You don’t think that she and Nathan…”

“No,” Emma said immediately, but what did she know? She remembered the way Nathan had looked at her. JJ said she was gay, but that didn’t make it impossible.

It was only twenty-five minutes later that JJ emerged, striding out to her car with her hands cupped around her elbows. She threw herself in and sat there a moment. Emma couldn’t see her face from this angle, but JJ suddenly slammed her palm against the wheel and then peeled away, kicking up gravel as Nathan stepped out on the porch. He watched her go with a frown. His head turned, as if he was looking toward the carriage house. He stepped off the porch.

Nathan walked to the carriage house and left the view of the camera. There was nothing for a long time, just the lengthening of shadows, the dimming of the light. An occasional car driving past. Maybe the police could at least track those people down and ask if they saw anything odd.

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