IT WAS THE FIRST TIME I ever told someone that a loved one was a suspect in a murder case. I was not entirely prepared for the range of emotions Chloe exhibited. Denial, anger, fear, rage, crying—she showed all of them in a matter of moments. She was adamant that John couldn’t have had anything to do with Shepp’s murder. I didn’t believe it either, but the evidence showed he had been at the hotel around the time of the murder. Chloe could not give us a reason why he would be there. I could only think of one. But I couldn’t figure out why John would have killed Shepp.
In the hallway outside John’s room, I began to tell Helen what I had started to tell her in the waiting room, about John and his obsession with Joan. About his monthly visits to Joan’s grave. About how Chloe told me Jo
