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evidence. It was all completely insane.
    “Your prints are on the knife handle, Ms. Roberts.”
    Amber blinked. Her mind wouldn’t stay focused on the moment.
    “Of course her prints are on the handle,” Teller countered. “She touched it while she was searching through a box of saved fan mail.”
    “Do you have some way of proving her prints weren’t already there?” Aldridge argued.
    “Do you have some way of proving they were?” Teller fired back. “I have no burden to prove anything, as you well know. You’re the one who needs to prove your accusations. And unless you can do that, Captain Aldridge, I would suggest you stop harassing my client.”
    Amber felt sick. “I have never seen that knife before. I have no idea how it got in my house.”
    Teller put his hand on her arm to silence her. He didn’t want her to make any spontaneous remarks. Only the prepared ones they had discussed before this meeting. This was wrong. All of it. And it was escalating. She was terrified at the idea of what might happen next. It felt surreal, like someone else’s life was spiraling out of control.
    “You have a security system. Who else knows the access code?” Aldridge demanded for the third time.
    “My client is uncertain of the answer,” Teller replied without hesitation.
    “You don’t recall who you gave something as important as your security code? An old boyfriend? An associate from work? You can’t expect me to believe you have no idea who else might have access to your own home.”
    The captain stared directly at her, ensuring Amber understood the questions and comments were meant for her regardless of the attorney seated beside her. Amber merely stared back. She’d already answered those questions. Teller had reminded her repeatedly not to allow Aldridge to drag her into a discussion. The captain’s job, according to Teller, was to trip Amber up and make her say something she didn’t mean. The truth was, Amber couldn’t have answered at the moment even if Teller had wanted her to. Some level of shock had descended, and she couldn’t think quickly enough to piece together a proper response.
    “Ms. Roberts, I’m aware your attorney is supposed to work in your best interest, but frankly I’m concerned as to why he feels compelled to answer for you—if you have nothing to hide.”
    Teller launched a protest.
    Amber held up her hands. “Are we done here?” They had been at this for three hours. Her answers weren’t going to change whether she gave the prepared ones or the ones straight from her heart—assuming she could get the right words out. “Or do you plan to arrest me?”
    Aldridge laid one hand atop the other on the table and smiled. “We’re done for now, but rest assured, Ms. Roberts, we will be speaking again. Soon, so don’t leave town.”
    Amber wanted out of this room. She tried to slow her racing heart, tried to still her churning stomach. Who would do this? The question echoed in her brain. She could think of no one who wanted to hurt her this way.
    Captain Aldridge walked to the door, glancing over her shoulder one last time before exiting. The silence that ensued left Amber feeling hollow and alone.
    “Let’s get you home.”
    Amber followed Teller’s prompts and exited the interview room. Douglas—Sean waited in the corridor.
    “We’re going out the back,” he said to Teller.
    Teller nodded. “I’ll go out the front and hopefully keep the media entertained long enough to allow the two of you to escape.
    Escape. Amber had been one of those reporters more times than she could count. Desperate to get the story. Determined to discover what the person in the spotlight was hiding. Certain the police were holding back crucial information.
    “No.” Amber shook her head. “I’m not running from the press.”
    Teller urged her to listen to reason as they boarded the elevator. She ignored him. As the doors opened into the lobby, he launched a final plea. “I can’t do my job