GRANT
Grant’s fingers twisted into fists as his heart skipped a beat. The shock of the statement brought a wash of heat over him. Julia? His sweet Julia was the new suspect? He couldn’t believe it. Why had they gone after her? Was it to force a confession from him?
What if he didn’t confess? Would Julia pay for a crime she couldn’t have committed? “What? What do you mean Julia is a suspect? How the hell did that happen?”
Mitchell heaved a sigh, stepping into the room. “She was at Lydia’s after you were. She saw her alive following your visit.”
Grant screwed up his face. “What? How does she know that?”
The tension in Mitchell’s jaw increased as he allowed the door to close behind him. “This is rather complicated, and she isn’t being very forthcoming, but it’s my understanding that Julia has seen security footage that no one else has access to.”
“And she’s protecting me.”
Mitchell sucked in a breath. “You’re not the only one she’s protecting.”
“Who else?” Grant demanded.
“She won’t tell me.”
“Get me out of these. I need to see her.”
“They’ll be coming to take those off. With Julia’s statement, they’re going to move forward with her as a suspect, depending on the time of death. As far as seeing her, I’d need to clear that with the detective. Given her statement, I doubt they’ll let you see her.”
Grant let the handcuffs bang against the table as he sighed. “I have to see her, Mitch. Do whatever it takes.”
“You two really don’t like to make things easy, do you?” he asked as the door opened and a uniformed officer stepped inside.
“I’ll get those cuffs off you, and you’re free to go,” the man said.
Grant held his hands out for the man to open the handcuffs. “I need to see my wife.”
“Mrs. Harrington is here to offer information on the case. Mr. Harrington would like to speak with her.”
“I’ll have to check with the detective on the case,” the officer answered.
“I’ll come with you,” Mitchell answered as the man finished freeing Grant of the restraints.
“Right this way,” the man said.
The screech of the metal chair’s legs against the floor filled the room as Grant leapt from his seat and followed after them.
“Detective,” the officer said as he approached another man, “Mr. Harrington wanted to see his wife.”
“Absolutely not,” the detective answered, his eyes never leaving his file.
“That’s outrageous!” Grant burst as Mitchell held up a hand to quiet him.
“I have to agree with my client,” Mitchell said. “Mrs. Harrington is not under arrest, she has not been formally charged. She came to willingly pass along information. A spousal visit is hardly out of the question.”
“She also refused to directly answer the question about whether or not she was the responsible party in the death of Mrs. Knight.”
“That’s ridiculous!” Grant barked.
“Is it? Maybe you ought to see your wife, then. Because she absolutely refused to answer the question about whether or not your ex-wife was still alive at the end of their conversation.”
“You can’t possibly think Julia had anything to do with this,” Grant said, his voice heated.
The detective puffed his chest, taking a step toward Grant. “I can, and I most certainly do. Her behavior is bizarre, and her refusal to answer a simple question certainly makes her suspicious. I wouldn’t be surprised if we aren’t charging her within the hour.”
