“Hadley’s bringing Rutherford’s will and I’d like you to hear it.”
“Why?” Emma asked.
“Because it doesn’t help your client,” Hadley said as he strolled into Blaine’s office. “And this isn’t the right way to go about these things. The reading of the will shouldn’t be done in the coldness of your office.” He waved his finger in the direction of Blaine. “Jesus, the man was your father-in-law.”
Emma dropped her pen.
“What’s going on?” Kaylee asked. Fear rippled down her spine. Her father had sent her his will five years ago and she wasn’t in it. If he changed it since then, her status as possible suspect would probably jump to murderer, even though she hadn’t done anything wrong. Well, she hadn’t killed her father.
“Don’t speak unless I tell you it’s okay.” Emma patted Kaylee’s knee. “And considering Blaine is your ex-husband… well, someone else should be doing the questioning.”
She glanced at the hand on her leg. It surprised her that Emma’s hands were warm.
“Christ.” Blaine stood, sending his chair backward and then slamming into the wall with a bang. “Will all of you just put your ruffled feathers away and let me do my job?” He removed the ponytail holder and raked his hand through his long dark hair. “For the record, Ms. Peterson, I don’t plan on doing the questioning.”
Kaylee could tell his outburst had more to do with his own personal torture. Over the course of his teenage years, he’d become a master at hiding his physical pain with migraines, but he couldn’t hide it from her. That fact scared her more than knowing she could end up spending the night in jail.
“Just tell me what I want to know,” Blaine snapped.
Hadley set his briefcase down and pulled out some papers. “As of two months ago, Rutherford Mead changed his will leaving his entire estate to his daughter— lock, stock and barrel.” Hadley glanced around the room.
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