Chapter Twenty-one

Emma

“Can you tell us when you met your husband?” Detective Owens asked.

“Detective,” Sophie interrupted. “Mrs. Ramses was asked to visit to make a statement regarding Ross Underwood. She has answered every question you and Mr. Michelson have asked regarding the deceased, from their rivalry at University of Pittsburgh, through their partnership with Editorial Inc. If you’ve exhausted all your questions, we will be going.”

Mr. Michelson leaned back against the straight chair, forcing the chair’s front legs from the floor. With his arms crossed over his chest, he stared my way. “When did you learn you were the daughter of Jezebel North?”

My gaze snapped to Sophie.

She sighed. “Again, irrelevant.”

“Counselor,” Michelson said, “We’re not in a court of law.”