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Copies of the papers she’d served to Sissy sat, waiting some kind of resolution. The hearing was less than a week away.I have a bad feeling.

Rusty kept up a good front, but this weighed on him. He was strong in his convictions, but that didn’t mean the family courts would see it the same way. They preferred mediation and compromise. It was almost unheard of to strip a parent of all rights unless it was incest or abuse or the offending parent was a felon.

Although Rusty’d pushed, Zach never pressed charges against Sissy. Instead, he’d used the threat as leverage and coerced her into rehab. Zach was unapologetic as rehab had been a success.

Sissy passed every mandatory drug test since being released to the sober living facility. Her boss didn’t have a bone in the fight though—like Remy now did.

What’d happen if Rusty didn’t win sole custody? Worse, what if he won joint custody? He wouldn’t be able to leave Mira alone with Sissy, so he’d feel the need to be there. To watch out for his precious daughter.

Where did that leave Calleigh?Where does that leave me?

She was getting ahead of herself. First, they needed to put up a united front at the hearing. More than that, they needed tobea united front. There couldn’t be any cracks—any place where light might shine through.

Since concentrating was impossible, she headed to the kitchen. She could make hot chocolate. That was easy.

Finding a way to live with her husband…that was tougher.

Chapter forty-seven

Remyrefusedtobreakeye contact. Everyone had a tell. Graham Henrikson had a tell. She just needed to figure out what it was. She’d dropped the name of the woman he’d raped in Prince George, and he hadn’t flinched. If anything, he was disinterested.

“Georgia Dennison.”

And there it was. The micro-expression she waited for. His mask slipped into a sneer for a mere fraction of a second. Enough to confirm all the suppositions they’d made. He was a killer as well as a serial rapist.

Lance Howard gestured, and she caught it out of the corner of her eye, but she never wavered from watching Henrikson.

“Life without parole.”

Henrikson’s attorney sputtered. “You have two women crying rape, and no physical evidence. And who, by the way, is Georgia Dennison?”

Zach spoke up, handing over a folder. “The woman your client murdered.”

Henrikson broke his silence. “Two years on the rape charges. You’ll never get me for some murder I didn’t commit.” He looked at Remy with the interest he’d pay to an insect he’d stepped on. “Don’t know no Georgia Dennison.”

Remy arched an eyebrow. “We have you dead-to-rights on the murder. What happened? Did the condom break? Because we found your sperm on her. You killed her.”

“We had sex. I can’t help it if she killed herself.”

“I never said she killed herself.”

And again. That sneer. He was smarter than all of them. “I must’ve read it in the papers or something.”

“The story was never in any papers—and you said you didn’t know her.”

Lance held up his hand, and Henrikson finally broke his staredown with Remy. “I need to talk to my client.”

Remy chanced a glance at Lance.

His professional appearance was slipping as he ran his hands through his hair.

“Ain’t nothing to talk about.” Henrikson crossed his arms against his chest.

She turned to Zach. “I told you he wouldn’t consider a plea bargain. He’s ready to do life without parole.”

Lance pointed to the corner of the room. “Mr. Finnegan, perhaps we could…”

Zach didn’t even look at her, but moved away, leaving her sitting across the table from Henrikson.

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