“Why?”
He gave her a considering look. “I am not your enemy in this situation, Emma. I could be a help to you. And God knows you need all the help you can get. Your husband is dead. Shot. By someone who knew how to avoid the cameras on the house.”
“Meaning me.”
“Did you know that someone was sending threatening messages to Addison James?” Hadley asked, and Emma startled.
“Threatening messages? No. About what?” She couldn’t help the edge of hysteria that crept into her voice. What now? she thought. What new thing was going to become her fault?
“About leaving Nathan alone,” Hadley said, which she supposed should have been self-evident, given that he was asking her about it. He scratched his jaw with the side of his thumb. “Not you, then.”
Emma gave him an appalled look. “No. Not me. I wouldn’t have.”
“No, from what I can tell, you have never once managed to stand up for yourself,” Hadley said.
She rocked back in her chair as if physically struck. “Excuse me?”
He spread his hands. “You’ve been lying since the night your parents died, but if you didn’t kill them, that means you were covering for someone else. Even when it destroyed your life, you kept lying. Then you know about your husband’s affair for how long, and you don’t say a word to him? That person doesn’t go threatening the mistress. But then I have to ask, who would be sending Ms. James those notes? And I’m wondering, who is Emma Palmer going to lie for? And the only thing I can think is how close you three were. So why did you stop talking to each other? You know something about one of your sisters, don’t you?”
He was almost right, she thought. Except that they hadn’t been close, really. They’d been utter strangers to one another. All that loyalty had been an invention of her own mind, in the end. A wish for a sisterhood she didn’t really have.
“So which of my sisters are you suggesting is a murderer, then?” she asked. She thought of Daphne. Daphne, so quiet and serious and strange. Daphne with blood on her clothes, Daphne who had been in town for God knows how long and hadn’t said a thing.
“What do you know about what Juliette’s been up to since she left?” he asked.
“A bit,” she allowed. If he thought she would give him anything now just because he was treating her with a modicum of civility, he was wrong.
He dipped his head, all deep consideration, taking his time about speaking again. “Did you know she has an arrest record? Possession. Assault,” he said. She twitched, chin tilting slightly with interest, and his gaze sharpened in answer as he confirmed he knew something she didn’t. “Seems she had a fondness for getting into fights.”
“Recently?” Emma asked, and she knew from the silence that it wasn’t. Old news. “What happened messed me up for a while, too. I’m not here to talk about my sister. I’m here because—”
“Because you want to know why Nathan called Ellis,” Hadley finished for her, and once again she had the sensation that she was standing on a beach with the waves stealing the sand out from under her feet. Nothing was solid. “But that’s what we’re talking about, Emma. Nathan called the station because he found something. Something to do with your parents’ murders.”
Emma’s fingers curled into tight fists in her lap. She could hear her own pulse thudding in her temples. The dog at her feet looked up and whined, as if he could sense the tension. “What was on the drive?” she asked.
Something flashed in Hadley’s eyes. He sat back. “He only said he’d found something, not what it was,” Hadley said. “He was going to bring it by the station the next morning. But we got your call instead.”
Emma said nothing. The dog sat up, tucked its chin in her lap. She buried her fingers in its curly hair. It was small and wiry under all that fur, vibrating like a plucked string.
“Emma, I know you didn’t want anything to happen to your sisters back then. But you have to consider your own well-being,” Hadley said.
Emma was looking off to the side, her fingers loosely splayed over her mouth as she thought. “Juliette wouldn’t have threatened Addison James,” she said, letting her hand drop. “She doesn’t know a fucking thing about my life. She wouldn’t have cared enough to bother.”
“Who would?” Hadley asked.
“No one,” Emma said. Hadley gave her a pitying look, but she felt none for herself. She’d chosen her own life. “Juliette was the one who gave Nathan the keys to the carriage house. If there was something in there she didn’t want him to find, she wouldn’t have done that.”