“No problem.”

Behind me, I hear Diane say, “But you’re not doing your job. If you were, we wouldn’t be sitting here. Those two men would be in jail.” She stands, and her voice gets louder as she speaks. “Don’t come here and act like this is his fault.”

Detective Nolan holds up his hands. “Mrs. Reese, I never said anyone was at fault.”

“Just do your fucking job.”

She moves past him to the front door. I try to stop her, but she grabs her purse from the small table in the entryway and walks out.

I look back at Nolan. He’s watching me.

“What the hell did you say to her?”

“Nothing.” He shakes his head. “I asked if you had any enemies, that’s it.”

I look out the window in time to see Diane’s car pull out of the driveway and disappear around the corner.

“Maybe I should’ve saved that question for you.”

I let the curtain close, then turn back to the living room and Detective Nolan. “The cop at the hospital already asked me.”

“Right, but it’s been a while, and you’ve had time to think about it since then. I thought you might’ve remembered someone.”

“Sorry,” I say. “No one.”

Nolan flips through his notebook. “I pulled your old file.” He taps his pen down the page, counting as he goes. “Multiple assault and battery charges, disturbing the peace.” He turns the page. “And an assault with a deadly weapon charge. A brick.” He looks at me. “All street fights. Sounds like you had quite a temper.”

“It was a bad neighborhood.”

“Does your wife know about all these?”

“She knows.”

“Are you sure?” He motions to the door. “Because it doesn’t look like it to me.”

I hear the smile in Nolan’s voice, and all the muscles in my body get tight, ready to snap. I remind myself who I’m talking to and try my best to calm down.