“Same.” She nodded, but that just confused me. How was it the same? Ivy slowly shook her head and went on to dig more.
“If there were no witnesses to your husband’s death, how do you know it was Hill?” Ivy asked gently.
“I didn’t know for sure at first, but people talk when they drink and, much like you, Doctor, I knew the right questions to ask after they’d had a few. Soldiers like to brag.” She looked at me. “No offense, but they do. Over the past couple years, I pieced the story together. Then one night Hill sat right here and bragged about how he was untouchable because of who his brother was. Someone muttered Phil’s name, and he laughed.” She paused to hold back a sob. “He actually laughed and then made the action of raising a gun and made a pop sound like he’d shot him.”
“Holy…” I
