A pair of uniformed officers came in with his favorite detective trailing behind them. “Well, well, well, here we are again, Mr. Harrington.”
“What do you want?”
“Your whereabouts this evening as a start. But a signed confession would be great.”
Grant furrowed his brow. “Signed confession of what?”
“Lydia Harrington Knight’s murder.”
Grant shook his head as he huffed out a sigh. “Oh, please. You’ve got to be joking.”
“I’m not,” the detective said. “You are wanted for questioning in the murder of your ex-wife.”
Grant shook his head. “I’m not answering anything.”
“Well, we can do this one of two ways. You can head down to the station with me now, or we can arrest you.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you.”
“Fine. Grant Harrington, you are under arrest for the murder of Lydia Harrington Knight,” the detective said as one of the officers stepped forward with a pair of handcuffs.
Julia squeezed his arm before the officer wrenched it behind his back. Even in death, Lydia continued to cause trouble.
“Don’t say anything. I’ll call Mitchell,” she said.
“You wait here. I know you hate the chairs.”
She offered him a weak smile and a shake of her head. “If you need me, have Mitchell call, okay? I’ll wait up.”
As the officer led him away, he couldn’t help but be reminded of the first time his wife had watched him be led away in handcuffs. He worried then that his new marriage, though fake, would be ruined. He’d already grown fond of her, already experienced that special connection. But she’d stood by him. And she promised to stand by him again.
Each step toward the police car felt like a surreal case of deja vu. Julia’s voice, promising to fight for him, was the only anchor in the chaos swirling around him.
He only hoped this time wouldn’t be his undoing.
CHAPTER 12
JULIA
Julia’s heart clenched with the same dread that coursed through her when she’d watched the police drag him away in handcuffs that first time only days after their wedding. Her stomach quivered at the latest twist in the death of a woman who had nearly cost them everything over the last two years, including her life.
She dug her cell phone from her pocket and placed a call to Mitchell Caldwell.
“Julia,” he said as he answered, “I assume this has to do with the investigation into Lydia’s death.”
“It does. They arrested Grant.”
A sigh sounded on the other end of the line. “I’m heading to the station.”
“Let me know if there’s anything I can do.”
“I will.”
She ended the call and shoved the phone into her pocket as she made her way to the stairs.
“Mrs. Harrington, have you been able to contact Mr. Caldwell?” Worthington asked.
“Yes,” she answered. “He’s on his way to the station now.”
