“You followed her?” he asked.
“No,” I said. “Emily saw her at the mall.”
That hit harder than anything else.
Daniel closed his eyes.
Margaret snapped, “You recorded a private conversation?”
Claire gave a short, humorless laugh.
“That’s your defense?”
I looked directly at Daniel.
“Who is the man?”
He said nothing.
Claire answered instead.
“His name is Victor Hale. He used to handle private property purchases for Mom’s boyfriend, Richard Cole.”
I had only met Richard twice.
