Detective Robert Stephens sat behind his desk, looking at the evidence in front of him. He’d been over it more times than he could count and had gotten nowhere.
He was a small-town detective and, to be honest, he shouldn’t have been devoting so much time to a case that had gone cold, but something about Elizabeth Marshall’s situation had gotten under his skin.
Her husband’s death had been high profile. Even before he’d met her, he’d heard about it. It was hard not to with all the media coverage.
What he didn’t understand was why someone had waited seven months after the fact to finally act. And just as odd, just as suddenly as things had started, they’d stopped when the Carters brought the civil suit against her.
Abigail Carter was the easy out; she’d just decided to pursue a legal opt
