Lena

I called Detective Martinez at 6 AM from a coffee shop three blocks from the penthouse.

Julian was still in his study. I'd heard him pacing all night through the walls. He hadn't even knocked on my door.

I'd waited for him to knock but he never did.

I sighed as the call connected.

"Mrs. Blackwood?" The detective's voice was professional but warm. "I wasn't expecting to hear from you so early."

"I want to come in." I wrapped both hands around my cup. "I want to give my statement."

There was a slight pause. "Does your husband know you're calling?"

I recalled the words Julian had said the...