Page 79 of Heartbeat

“We’re asking the questions,” Colin said. “Where were you on the morning your husband, Wolfgang Outen, was getting ready to fly to Jubilee, Kentucky?”

“I was in the house with him,” she said. “I watched him leave and then a short while later left to go to my office at BioMed Technology.”

“Do you always pack your husband’s suitcases when he’s traveling?”

Her heart thumped. “As a rule, yes.”

“We understand you and your husband had a loud argument some weeks ago when you discovered he’d sent a DNA test to Ancestry.com. There was a lot of shouting between you. What was that about?”

She frowned. “Who said that? What does that have to do with—”

“Just answer the question,” Colin said.

Her lawyer just shrugged when she looked at him.

She shrugged. “It wasn’t an argument as such. It was just a surprise. I felt blindsided that he had not shared those wishes with me, but that all passed.”

Colin pulled a photo of Ellis Townley out of the file.

“Do you know this man?”

She frowned. “No. I’ve never seen him.”

He pulled out another photo.

“Do you know this man?” he asked.

She sighed. “No, I do not. I don’t see what this—”

He pulled out another set of papers.

“How many phones do you own under your name?” Colin asked.

Fiona was feeling sick. “My personal phone and my business phone.”

“And no others under any names other than your own?”

Oh shit. Oh shit.“No.”

“Who is Mary Ingalls?” Colin asked.

She stared him down. “I haven’t a clue.”

“We have you on security footage buying a burner phone and paying for it with a credit card under the name of Mary Ingalls. We have credit card records of you making purchases of items that could be used in the making of bombs and paying for them as Mary Ingalls. And we have photos of you at a recent function where you identified yourself as Mary Ingalls.”

Her belly rolled.How the hell do they know this, and why were they even looking?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said.

Colin laid down the photo of Fiona talking to Amalie Lincoln at her open house. “This is you yesterday, talking to a young woman in Jubilee, Kentucky. You introduced yourself as Mary Ingalls.”

She blinked.What the actual fuck?

“It’s a case of mistaken identity,” she muttered.

He pushed the photo of Townley back in front of her.

“Five days before the chopper crash, this man, Ellis Townley, deposited ten thousand dollars into his bank account. And on that same day, ten thousand dollars was removed from a bank account in the name of Mary Ingalls. Townley was in Jubilee, Kentucky, the day of thechopper crash. He was seen standing in an open field with binoculars and a cell phone, watching the chopper arrive. He was on the phone when the chopper blew up in midair. He checked out within minutes of it happening, drove straight back to his apartment in Miami, and was murdered upon arrival by this man, Vincent Romo.”

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