Page 30 of The Perfect Divorce

“Odd behavior for a board meeting.”

“Very,” I say with a nod.

“What’s the plan after the divorce? Is he going to stay on the board?”

“My hope is that he’ll agree to step down as part of the divorce settlement, but he hasn’t agreed to anything, not even the divorce.”

“That’s ridiculous. He should be making things easier on you, especially after what he’s done, and with the case... that reminds me. I got a call from Sheriff Hudson today asking if I would come in for questioning in regard to the Summers case. Is that normal?” Anne raises an eyebrow over her mug as she drinks.

“Yes, it is. With the investigation reopened, they have to reinterview everyone connected to the initial one.”

“But it was over a decade ago. How do they expect me to remember anything?”

“They don’t, really. It’s just protocol,” I say.

She bobs her head. “Are you at all worried about the Summers case?”

My eyes tighten, but I relax them before she notices. “What do you mean?”

“Like if they discover Adam wasn’t the one that killed Kelly Summers?” She pauses and peers down at her mug of coffee before meeting my gaze. “I don’t know how you would be able to live with that, especially since it’s too late to make things right now. I would be so angry and devastated. I don’t know what I would do.”

I let out a small sigh. “I’m just trying not to think about it.”

She reaches her hand across the table and rests it on mine, gently squeezing. “I’m always here for you. No matter what, Sarah.”

“I know, Anne.”

My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I pull my hand away to retrieve it. A text from Bob lights up the screen.

I know exactly what you’re up to, Sarah, and you’re not going to get away with it. Stop all of this now or I will stop it... permanently.

“What is it?” Anne asks, noticing my eyes are glued to the phone.

I lift my head and quickly repocket my cell.

“Nothing. Just one of those spam texts,” I lie.

As much as I’d like to think Bob’s threats are empty, I know they’re not.

TWENTY

SHERIFF HUDSON

“We appreciate you coming in today, Anne,” I say as Chief Deputy Olson and I escort her out of the interrogation room, where we just spent the last thirty minutes going over her whereabouts the night Kelly Summers was murdered.

“Of course.” Anne smiles tightly. “I wish I could be of more help, but it was so long ago.”

“We understand,” I say. “And if we have any more questions, we’ll be in touch.”

“Of course.” She nods. “Enjoy the rest of your day,” Anne says, backing up a couple steps before turning on her heel and heading down the hall toward the front entrance.

When she’s out of earshot, Olson bumps her shoulder into mine. “What do you think?”

I look to her and shrug. “There’s not much to think. She didn’t have anything new to add, and she could barely remember her original testimony.”

“Almost like it wasn’t her testimony.” Olson raises a brow. “It’s too bad we can’t verify her story with something concrete like a receipt from that bar she and Sarah were at or traffic cams or cell tower pings.”

“Well, I could have back then, if Stevens hadn’t?—”

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