Stone’s eyes brightened to a shiny silver. He thought he’d swayed her.
“I don’t think you’re right,” she warned him. “But give me the lover’s motive for killing her.”
“If the husband can be jealous, so can the lover,” Stone pointed out. “Maybe he wanted her all to himself, and she wouldn’t leave her husband.”
A little doubt began to niggle at Hillary. “You mean his millions.”
“Billions,” he automatically corrected her. “And yes, she knew that the prenup locked her into the marriage. If she left, she got nothing.”
“But why would the lover kill her?” Hillary persisted. “Why wouldn’t he kill Mueller? Then he’d get the woman and the money.”
Stone groaned. “You are so damn stubborn.”
She shook her head. “I’m right.”
But he had a point. She needed to find out who the lover was. Then she’d know the truth beyond a reasonable doubt. And so would the jury.
“What are we?” she wondered aloud and hated herself for asking the question. Like Dwight had said, she wasn’t one of those girlie girls who wanted a relationship or, worse yet, to discuss a relationship. She didn’t care what they had. She knew it wasn’t going to last. “Forget I asked that. I know what we are.”
He arched a dark brow. “Lovers?”
“Opposing counsel,” she replied.
“Really?” Stone asked. “Seems like we’re both on the same page for this case. We both want justice.”
She snorted. “I want justice. You want to win the trial.”
“Iwillwin.” And he said it as if he was warning her.
Did he have some trick up his sleeve like he usually did? Was he going to use their—whatever it was—against her?
