It was three long hours before Williams and his team cleared me to return to Lachlan House.
I sat in the back of the ATV with three bodyguards squeezed around me. The air smelled like oil and dirt, and the ride was bumpy. No one spoke except Williams. His voice was calm, but sharp, like every word had already been measured before leaving his mouth.
“Thanks to the large number of security cameras on the property,” he explained, “my team was able to confirm where every member of the Lachlan family was at the time of the shooting. That includes Ms. Linda.”
For a moment, relief washed over me. They had alibis. Julian had an alibi. He wasn’t the one who had pulled the trigger.
But the relief didn’t last. My chest tightened with a new thought. “What about Maxwell?” I asked. Technically, he w
