Page 67 of Bliss with a Billionaire
She shifted in her seat, weighing her options.
“Julia, if there is something you’re not saying, you shouldn’t hold back. I need as much information as possible to protect you.”
She fluttered her eyelashes, biting into her lower lip before she spoke again. “There won’t be any security footage from earlier tonight. It’s…missing.”
“How do you know that?”
Julia raised her gaze to his, pressing her lips together.
“I’m going to assume your tech whiz friend has taken care of that. Can I also safely assume that the reason he did that is to protect you from a murder charge?”
She shook her head. “I didn’t kill Lydia. When I left, she was alive. But that video shows someone else going to her apartment. Someone who may be the killer, and I would very much prefer the police did not know this.”
“Who is it?” Mitchell asked.
Julia slid her gaze to the table, her finger rubbing her engagement ring.
“Julia, I would highly recommend we take a step back from this and pursue another strategy. Even if that footage stays…missing, we can deal with this in other ways.”
“Mitchell, I don’t want the police pursuing an investigation that could cost my family more than it already has. Now, can you represent me or not?”
“Yes, I can, though, again, I would highly recommend we not do this.”
Julia shook her head. “If they investigate, I could easily be identified as a person of interest anyway. Someone couldhave seen me. Remaining silent serves no purpose other than arousing suspicion towards both of us. I want to do this.”
“All right. I’ll make the arrangements. We’ll stick to just that you visited Lydia after Grant and nothing more. At least follow my lead when it comes to the questioning.”
“Absolutely,” she said with a nod.
“I’ll be right back.”
Julia breathed out a shaky sigh as she fidgeted in her seat. Had she done the right thing? She’d done the only thing she could, she reminded herself.
They did not need an investigation into this where more people could be incriminated, especially within her family. She hadn’t done it, and she hoped the truth would come out, but failing that, she had to stop an investigation.
Mitchell returned a few moments later, pulling her from her thoughts with a detective in tow. “Mrs. Harrington,” the man said with a grin, “we meet again. And again, I hear you have some information that can somehow save your husband from this mess he’s gotten himself into.”
“That’s just it, he hasn’t gotten himself into anything.”
“I beg to differ,” the detective said as he slid the chair across from her.
With a sigh, Mitchell pulled one next to Julia and eased into it.
“We have a very public battle for a major company and on the heels of that, your husband’s first wife is dead…under mysterious circumstances, I might add.”
“But he couldn’t have done it,” she insisted.
“Julia,” Mitchell advised, his tone a warning as he placed a hand on her forearm.
She leaned back in her seat with a sigh.
“No, please, counselor. Your client has something to say, and I’d like to hear it.”
“My client has offered information that can clear another suspect in this case. That is the only information she will be giving.”
The detective flicked his gaze to Mitchell. “So, I shouldn’t hope for a full confession from the lovely Mrs. Harrington?”
The glare Mitchell offered him was enough to stop any further taunts. He raised his hands in the air. “Mrs. Harrington, what information do you have?”
