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Relief wove through Mitch. “Do you think Lexie will see it that way?”

Drake laughed. “Not a chance.”

Mitch frowned. “I guess that was too much to ask. So, can you tell me where you were yesterday between two and three in the afternoon?”

Drake didn’t hesitate. “I was trying to force Lexie to eat scrambled eggs. She usually likes them.”

“She stopped eating eggs?”

“There’s something about the pregnancy that’s making food taste bad. It makes it hard for her to eat.”

“Is she going to be okay?” As big a pain as Lexie could be, Mitch couldn’t have asked for a better sister. The case slipped away as worry about Lexie pushed to the forefront.

“The doctor doesn’t seem too worried.”

But the tension in Drake’s jaw told Mitch he wasn’t convinced. “Can she see another doctor? Maybe Sydney can help.”

“Lexie thinks I’m being overly protective.” Drake blew out a breath. “I probably am. What do I know about medicine? She’s a nurse after all.”

Mitch nodded. “She’s smart. If she thinks it’s a problem, she’ll deal with it.”

Drake sat back, his features relaxing slightly. “You’re right. So… what is it that you need to know for this case?”

“Can anyone else besides Lexie verify you were here?”

“Claire was here, but she’d say anything we told her to.”

Mitch smirked, knowing that the cook and housekeeper hadn’t always thought well of Drake but now doted on him. “Good to know. Is Claire here now?”

“No. She’s out grocery shopping. But I can have her call when she gets back.”

Mitch nodded. “What about on December fifth?”

“I’d have to get my calendar out to know for sure, but I think I was in New York that week. I took Lexie with me to see Rockefeller Center and do some shopping. If I wasn’t with her, I was at the office.”

The alibi was a little soft, but if needed, Mitch could push to narrow it down. He stood. “I appreciate your understanding.”

“You’ve got a job to do.” Drake stood and walked with Mitch to the front door.

“Any chance we can keep this discussion from Lexie?”

Drake’s smirk said, “no.”

As uncomfortable as interviews with family or friends could be, talking with Drake hadn’t been too bad. But now it was time to get back on the trail of Jenny and Sydney’s attacker. It was time to drive to Washington, D.C.