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to choose between you and Alexa, who do you think they're more inclined to believe? The girl who has no resources to her name and a slew of recent struggles? Or the man who was involved with the victim's sister, buys drugs at expensive grocery stores, and spends every weekend with a new woman?”
    "What exactly are you saying?” Henry asked.
    "We need Alexa on our side, and Will needs an alibi.” She met his eyes. “Whether she was with you at the time of Vivian’s death or not, we need her to corroborate your story, through any means necessary."
    That was it. No matter how he refused, Alexa was already tangled in this web they were spinning. "What are you planning?”
    "Why don’t you go wash up.” She smiled. “I think I can take it from here."
     

 
    ALEXA
    ALEXA glanced up at the Harper mansion in disgust. William Henry Harper’s home sat behind an iron-gated driveway that stretched beside three acres of front lawn. The four-storied house only grew more imposing the closer they drove, and Alexa found herself unimpressed at the tall windows, the fountains in the front courtyard, the sprawling structure that seemed more like a hotel than a home. Cars littered the driveway and a small crowd of overdressed men and women hovered in the open doorway.
    “Frannie eat your heart out,” she muttered as the car swept around the fountain and up to the main entrance. She felt the car shift into park, but she couldn’t bring herself to move.
    Nothing in the past 24 hours seemed real—Vivian’s death didn’t seem real. She felt tears sting her eyes, reminding her again that this was very real and very serious.
    “Breathe, Alexa.” She could hear Vivian’s voice so vividly, repeating the words as she always did to calm Alexa’s nerves. “Breathe in, one, two three. Breathe out, one, two, two three.”
Vivian’s voice so clear that she could have been sitting beside Alexa. But she wasn’t. She was dead. Murdered.
    Alexa’s heart pounded as she reached for the door handle with an unsteady hand. She whispered a thank-you to the driver, and stepped down.
    “Alexa!” A bright eyed woman walked forward, hand outstretched. “I’m Elaine. Let me brief you about why you’re here.”
    “I think that would help,” Alexa murmured numbly, reaching out her own hand, though her gaze kept to the house, traveling upward. “Where’s Will?”
    Elaine laughed and shook her head as if Alexa had made an egregious error, startling her out of her detached reverie and bringing her back to her senses.
    “You’ll be speaking with Will’s mother today.” Elaine led the way through the large double doors, stepping down the marble stairs and into the tiled foyer.
    “His mom?” Alexa asked, her gaze shifting from the ornate, painted ceiling to the sweeping staircase to the balconies that wound themselves around the perimeter of each floor. “I don’t know his mom.”
    Elaine ignored her and pulled a sheet of paper out of her leather portfolio. Glancing at it, Alexa noted that it looked like some kind of schedule.
    “There are a few things you need to know before you speak to Rebecca. The first, as you know, is that Vivian Palmerson died at 5:21 this morning. Her body was found at 10am when the maids came to clean the room. You said that you found Will at about…what time?”
    "… I don't know," Alexa said. “I woke up early and wanted to get some coffee. I had errands I needed to run first thing."
    "You don't remember checking the clock when you woke up?"
    "Honestly? I was a bit hung over.” Alexa paused. “I think I still am.”
    "I see…" Elaine peered at her through narrowed eyes, her mouth twisted as if she was considering Alexa’s story.
    "And what exactly was your relationship to Ms. Palmerson?" Elaine asked.
    Alexa froze. "Are you a lawyer or something? Because this feels like an interrogation, not a briefing.”
    "No.” Elaine’s chuckle patronized her. "I'm not a lawyer. I just want to tell Rebecca what she