The police station was cold and impersonal. Lucy sat in a hard plastic chair, watching through a window as detectives questioned William in an adjacent room. They'd been separated immediately upon arrival, standard procedure for potential co-conspirators.
A female detective named Sarah Chen entered Lucy's room. No relation to Margaret, she'd clarified immediately, but the name still made Lucy's stomach clench.
"Mrs. Ashcroft, let's go over this again. You claim you had no knowledge of your husband's financial activities?"
"I didn't know about the offshore accounts until months after we were married," Lucy said for the third time. "And when I found out, William explained he was protecting assets from Mirabel Carson."
"Who is now deceased."
"Yes."
"How convenient." Detective Chen sat a
