“At home, as far as we know. We have officers preparing to speak with her. I came here first because you needed to know before this started moving.”
“Moving,” Emily repeated.
“Yes.”
The detective’s voice stayed low.
“Once we make contact, things may happen quickly. There may be calls. Statements. Family pressure. I need you not to answer anything from the Mercers without telling me.”
Emily thought of Paul’s shaking shoulders beside the window.
She thought of Diane standing at the foot of the bed, staring at Emily’s wedding ring.
She thought of Nathan’s face turned toward her in the ruined car.
“Does Paul know?” Emily asked.
Detective Ward did not answer fast enough.
That was an answer by itself.
Emily’s mother sat down slowly, as if her knees had forgotten what they were for.
“Emily,” she said. “Baby.”
But Emily was looking at the phone record.
