Just Watch Me (Riley Wolfe 1)

“They’re pedophiles,” Melnick explained. “Even worse, they’re self-righteous pedophiles.”

Katrina could only stare. What they were telling her was utterly impossible. It was as if they had told her Michael was actually a large cactus trying to pass as human.

“You’re right,” Melnick said. “She really didn’t know.”

“Well, that explains it,” Sanders said, nodding pleasantly. “You had no idea what your husband was. So when you find out he’s in an organization that seduces young boys—”

“SNAP!” Melnick said.

“So you picked up the knife—” Sanders said.

“I think it’s a letter opener,” Melnick said.

Sanders looked at him. “Pretty sharp for a letter opener.”

“Very sharp,” Melnick said. “One good stab would have done it.”

“But you stabbed him seven times,” Sanders said, looking mildly at Katrina.

“Which usually indicates great anger, or shock, or both,” Melnick chimed in.

“In this case? Definitely both,” Sanders said.

“Honestly?” Melnick said. “A lot of people would thank you for killing a pedophile.”

“Of course, we can’t do that,” Sanders said sorrowfully.

“Not officially,” Melnick said, winking at her.

“But we do understan

d—and I think the DA will understand—why you killed him.”

At last, Katrina found her tongue. “I didn’t,” she said. “I just—no. No. No. I, I— This is some kind of— It’s a terrible mistake!”

“Yes, murder is always a mistake,” Sanders said.

“Even a pedophile,” Melnick added.

“For Christ’s sake!” Katrina snapped. “I didn’t kill Michael! And I had no idea that he was—I mean, if he even was! Which is crazy!”

The two detectives just looked at her with identical bland expressions.

“Well, good God,” Katrina said. “You can’t really believe I— Michael was much bigger than me, and stronger, and I couldn’t even—and I never go into his office anyway, so how could I—”

“That’s a really nice security system you have at your house,” Sanders said abruptly.

“State of the art,” Melnick added.

“My—what?” Katrina replied, confused by the sudden change of subject.

“Security system,” Sanders said. “Alarm, motion detectors—”

“And cameras,” Melnick added happily. “There must be fifteen, twenty cameras.”

“And they all record,” Sanders said.

“Unless somebody turns ’em off,” Melnick said.