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“Think he did it?” I ask.

“Who?”

“Scott.”

“Honestly, I don’t know who did it. Scott, Adam, that unknown DNA. All I know is Adam is a slam dunk.”

“And you wouldn’t care that you’re potentially putting away an innocent man?”

“That’s for the jury to decide.” He wipes his face with a napkin, stands up, and buttons his suit coat.

“What about the connection between Bob and the victim? What do you make of that?” I ask.

“Circumstantial.”

“Then the whole fucking case is circumstantial,” I say through gritted teeth.

“The dead body found in your husband’s… or should I say the bed you shared with your husband negates that. See you in court, Sarah.” He holds his head up high and walks out of the café.

What a smug prick. That didn’t go as I had planned. I was hoping to get more out of Josh. I wanted to know what his angle was and what his case was going to be built on. I don’t think he knows who that third set of DNA belongs to and even if he did, he wouldn’t include it in discovery. It would only help me. I pull out a pad of paper and scribble down a list of names. All the men I can think of that had any contact with Kelly, all the men that could have slept with her, all the men that could have killed her. I take a picture of it with my phone and then crumple it up and put it in my pocket. This would typically be something I would ask Anne to do, but I can’t trust her—at least not yet.

I leave the café and quickly dial Matthew. He answers on the first ring, “Hello, darling.”

“Hi, Matthew. I need a favor.”

“Anything.”

“It’s not exactly legal,” I say quietly as I walk amongst strangers down the sidewalk.

“Oooo, now you’re starting to sound like one of my clients.” His voice is determined, yet light and airy, something only Matthew can achieve. “But still anything.”

“I’m going to text you a list of names. I need you to get a DNA sample from each of those men. Hair, saliva, skin… I don’t care how you get it. I just need you to get it.” I say as I’m nearing my office building.

“Getting DNA from men. My specialty.” He chuckles.

“Then have them all sent to the lab and run against the unknown DNA found inside Kelly. I’ve already added you as co-counsel, so you shouldn’t have any issues.” I hold the phone tightly to my ear and whisper, “Make it look legal, routine. Make sure you’re discreet and make it quick.”

“Sarah, you know these won’t be admissible in court.” His tone becomes serious.

“I’ll make them admissible.”

“Seriously, what are you doing?”

Again, he’s questioning me. Fucking Jesus. I should have asked Anne to take care of this, but I can’t trust her, and I’m not sure I can trust Matthew either.

“I just need to know,” I press.

“But this isn’t the way,” he pleads.

“Goddammit, Matthew! Are you going to help me or not?”

“You know I am. I just hope you know what you’re doing.”

“I do. Talk soon.” I end the call just as I reach Willamson & Morgan Law Offices.

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