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can expect."
"Why don't you tell me what I can expect?" Alexa asked, matching Elaine’s condescending smile. The shock was beginning to pass, anger quickly taking its place.
Elaine’s eyebrows shot up. "Why don’t we try to get through a few more of these questions, and then you can ask her yourself.”
"I don't think I want to answer any more questions."
“Alexa.” The voice seemed to echo across the entryway. She looked up to see a well-dressed woman emerge at the top of the staircase, descending toward her with a tight-lipped smile. As she reached the last step, she extended her hand in one fluid motion. "How lovely to see you,” she cooed with practiced kindness. “Rebecca Harper. Welcome to our home."
Alexa instinctively reached out to take Rebecca's delicate hand, her ill temper quickly fading. There was something about this woman that made her pause. Her manners were gentle and soft, and she seemed so genuine when welcoming her to her home, Alexa couldn’t stand to be anything but polite.
"It's nice to meet you. May I ask—why am I here?"
Rebecca opened the French doors to a sitting room off the corridor. “May we have the room, please?” she asked the small group that was busily working inside.
They immediately stood and began to gather their things from the coffee table.
“I don't think that's quite the best idea." Elaine stepped aside and watched the group leave before trailing after Rebecca. "It may be advisable to keep—"
“Thank you for your concern." Rebecca smiled at Elaine. “That will be all for now."
Alexa felt a smile tug at the corners of her lips, gratified that the woman had been dismissed so quickly. She couldn’t tell if she liked Rebecca yet, but this was certainly a step in the right direction.
Rebecca smoothed her skirt and seated herself on one of the plush couches, crossing her legs and patting the spot next to her.
“Sit,” she said.
Alexa sat.
Rebecca studied her for a moment, and Alexa could only imagine what she looked like—hair in knots, zipped up hoodie covering a creased cocktail dress. But instead of commenting on her appearance, Rebecca smiled. "I saw you in those pictures with my son yesterday. You're very eye-catching, you know. Those silly blogs that write about William are enamored with you already."
"Well…thanks?"
"Of course,” Rebecca continued, "you’re a natural beauty. And the press likes beautiful people.” She sat up a little straighter, shoulders back. "Now, Alexa, let's get down to business. As you know, Vivian Palmerson was murdered last night. You and my son were the last two people on record to see her, which currently make you persons of interest. Have you spoken to the police yet?"
"No,” Alexa answered. "I was afraid to answer my phone.”
"Good. I’m happy to hear we reached you first. We can protect you from the law, as long as you cooperate and help us protect William."
"Protect William?" Alexa was confused. Where exactly was this going?
"My son is a lot of things, Alexa. Brilliant, but spoiled. I blame myself, mostly, for letting Henry raise him as the son of a billionaire rather than the little boy he was. We’ve sheltered him his whole life, which makes him naïve.”
“Will is…” a pain in the ass , Alexa wanted to say, but her opinion of him had changed from their first meeting in the grocery store just 24 hours ago. Now—especially now—she could only be honest.
“He’s… ultimately good. He tries to fix his mistakes.”
“I’m glad you speak so kindly of him.” Rebecca smiled, her eyes softening for the slightest of seconds before she stood abruptly, crossing to the window. When she spoke again, her voice was lower, more urgent. “I need your help, Alexa. We both know my son isn’t capable of murder. He's known Vivian since childhood—he would never harm her, especially not when he was in love with her sister."
Alexa felt a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach. This conversation wasn’t
"Why don't you tell me what I can expect?" Alexa asked, matching Elaine’s condescending smile. The shock was beginning to pass, anger quickly taking its place.
Elaine’s eyebrows shot up. "Why don’t we try to get through a few more of these questions, and then you can ask her yourself.”
"I don't think I want to answer any more questions."
“Alexa.” The voice seemed to echo across the entryway. She looked up to see a well-dressed woman emerge at the top of the staircase, descending toward her with a tight-lipped smile. As she reached the last step, she extended her hand in one fluid motion. "How lovely to see you,” she cooed with practiced kindness. “Rebecca Harper. Welcome to our home."
Alexa instinctively reached out to take Rebecca's delicate hand, her ill temper quickly fading. There was something about this woman that made her pause. Her manners were gentle and soft, and she seemed so genuine when welcoming her to her home, Alexa couldn’t stand to be anything but polite.
"It's nice to meet you. May I ask—why am I here?"
Rebecca opened the French doors to a sitting room off the corridor. “May we have the room, please?” she asked the small group that was busily working inside.
They immediately stood and began to gather their things from the coffee table.
“I don't think that's quite the best idea." Elaine stepped aside and watched the group leave before trailing after Rebecca. "It may be advisable to keep—"
“Thank you for your concern." Rebecca smiled at Elaine. “That will be all for now."
Alexa felt a smile tug at the corners of her lips, gratified that the woman had been dismissed so quickly. She couldn’t tell if she liked Rebecca yet, but this was certainly a step in the right direction.
Rebecca smoothed her skirt and seated herself on one of the plush couches, crossing her legs and patting the spot next to her.
“Sit,” she said.
Alexa sat.
Rebecca studied her for a moment, and Alexa could only imagine what she looked like—hair in knots, zipped up hoodie covering a creased cocktail dress. But instead of commenting on her appearance, Rebecca smiled. "I saw you in those pictures with my son yesterday. You're very eye-catching, you know. Those silly blogs that write about William are enamored with you already."
"Well…thanks?"
"Of course,” Rebecca continued, "you’re a natural beauty. And the press likes beautiful people.” She sat up a little straighter, shoulders back. "Now, Alexa, let's get down to business. As you know, Vivian Palmerson was murdered last night. You and my son were the last two people on record to see her, which currently make you persons of interest. Have you spoken to the police yet?"
"No,” Alexa answered. "I was afraid to answer my phone.”
"Good. I’m happy to hear we reached you first. We can protect you from the law, as long as you cooperate and help us protect William."
"Protect William?" Alexa was confused. Where exactly was this going?
"My son is a lot of things, Alexa. Brilliant, but spoiled. I blame myself, mostly, for letting Henry raise him as the son of a billionaire rather than the little boy he was. We’ve sheltered him his whole life, which makes him naïve.”
“Will is…” a pain in the ass , Alexa wanted to say, but her opinion of him had changed from their first meeting in the grocery store just 24 hours ago. Now—especially now—she could only be honest.
“He’s… ultimately good. He tries to fix his mistakes.”
“I’m glad you speak so kindly of him.” Rebecca smiled, her eyes softening for the slightest of seconds before she stood abruptly, crossing to the window. When she spoke again, her voice was lower, more urgent. “I need your help, Alexa. We both know my son isn’t capable of murder. He's known Vivian since childhood—he would never harm her, especially not when he was in love with her sister."
Alexa felt a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach. This conversation wasn’t
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