Page 68 of Bliss with a Billionaire
Mitchell leaned closer, whispering in her ear. “Keep this short and simple. Do not say anything beyond you were there after him.”
She nodded before she set her focus on the detective. “My husband couldn’t have killed Lydia Knight because I visited her earlier this evening, too, after my husband did. She was alive and well.”
The detective flicked his eyebrows up. “And was she still alive and well when you left?”
Julia glanced at Mitchell, her gaze questioning. “I am advising my client not to answer that question.”
The detective scoffed. “You’re kidding me. All right. What time did you visit Mrs. Knight?”
“It was around quarter after six.”
“You’re sure?” he shot back.
“Yes. Because I remember looking at the clock on my car’s screen just as I parked.”
“That’s convenient,” he said. “Also convenient that you know exactly when your husband visited her. Especially since he didn’t admit to seeing her earlier, but that you for confirming that.”
Heat rose in Julia’s cheeks. Had she made matters worse by confessing Grant’s whereabouts? It didn’t matter. He couldn’t have done it. “I don’t know exactly when, but I do know it was before I did because he was home when I arrived home and didn’t leave for the rest of the night.”
“I see. All right, so you say he couldn’t have done it because you saw her alive. But why should we believe you? What if you’re lying?”
“I’m not,” she answered with a shake of her head.
The detective sucked in a breath. “Says you. Who may lie for your husband. It’s been known to happen, Mrs. Harrington.”
“Look, I’m sure there’s–”
“Julia,” Mitchell warned with a shake of his head.
The detective stared at her for a minute before he bobbed his head. “All right, Mrs. Harrington. I’ll play. If what you’re saying is true–”
“It is.”
“Then your husband is cleared of any wrongdoing. And if you’re willing to swear to that…well, then I guess he’s off the hook.”
She breathed a sigh of relief.
“But you’re not,” the detective said, poking a finger at her. “You, Mrs. Harrington, have just become our prime suspect.”
She slouched in her chair with a sigh.
“I’d like a moment with my client before you continue any questioning,” Mitchell said.
“Sure thing, counselor. And I guess you can let your other client know we’ll be letting him go.” The detective shifted his eyes back to Julia. “You think he’ll wait for you like you always do for him?”
She sucked in a breath as she let the comment slide with a subtle shake of her head.
“I’ll make sure someone uncuffs Mr. Harrington.” The detective strode from the room, letting the door bang behind him.
Mitchell rubbed his forehead as he tossed his pen down. “Julia, you have to tell them you didn’t kill her. If you keep refusing to answer their questions, they’re going to charge you.”
“Mitchell, I can’t.”
He heaved a sigh. “Okay, on this video footage that has yet to see the light of day, is thereanyoneelse who could be a suspect?”
Her mind whirled as she recalled the faces on the screen. “Yes. There are several people who went there after me.”
“So, any of them could be the killer.”
