Chapter 23

Alexandria

With Mr. Owen leading the way, we walked the gauntlet. Reporters pushed toward us as Isaac kept them at bay. Questions filled the air.

"Did you know he was a murderer?"

"Did you know that before you agreed to marry him?"

"Do you think he's guilty?"

"Did you see her?"

By the time the front doors to the station closed, the din of voices within was merely a murmur compared to the roar outside.

"Miss Collins and Miss Moore," Detective Means said, meeting us at the front desk. "Let's get you to a more private room."

Every eye turned our direction and the whispers stilled as we walked through the large room filled with desks. It was unnerving as people stared. Once we finally made it to the plain room with gray walls and a gray metal table and chairs, Detective Means escorted us inside.

"I know it's not much, but please have a seat. Thank you for coming in today. You can understand how surprised we were to get your assistant's call."