Concordia couldn’t sleep. She couldn’t get the image of Sophia’s drawn, haggard face out of her mind, and the events of the day weighed heavily upon her. Sophia had confessed to the murder of her father. She had faked the burglary attempt. But, if Sophia were lying to protect someone—Amelia—and had done all these things to confuse the police, that would make sense.
Capshaw had noticed that Amelia’s nightgown had been absolutely clean, while Sophia’s had smears of blood upon it. But what if that wasn’t the first nightgown Amelia had worn that night? What if Amelia had come to Sophia, gun dangling between nerveless fingers, mute with shock, wearing a bloodied nightgown? Wouldn’t Sophia have gotten rid of the evidence to protect her sister? Gone in to the study, broken the glass in the do
