CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
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ALICE THOMPSON WAS still standing in the middle of her house long after the police left. She was dizzy and a bad headache drummed in her temples.
She still couldn’t believe that something like that had happened in her house or that Daniel had been put under arrest.
She looked around bitterly — her tidy house was in shambles. Almost mechanically, she started putting things back.
She had lost any hope that things could be better one day. From that moment on, they could only get worse.
She thought of what the police found in Daniel’s desk. She knew he had some documents there and he worked on them on Sundays. She didn’t know they were accounting logs.
When they told her what Daniel was doing, she couldn’t even breathe. She didn’t know how she could have bee
