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Thank you, Bry

“Looks that way.”

“What’s the boyfriend’s story?”

“Rolfe? They’re questioning him now but looks like he was in the dark. If he should be arrested for anything it’s bad judgment in women.” His cell phone rang. He looked at the caller ID. “Better take this. S’the mayor. We’re holding a press conference about the whole thing. Gotta get some notes.”

He rose and stepped outside, walking stiffly to his car.

Bry

Maybe you’re looking for the wrong who.

After their get-together in the bad-coffee restaurant, Bry

She then considered Jasons’s comment and wondered: What if “the wrong who” could mean not who wanted to kill her-but who was the intended victim?

As soon as Bry

Recalling how the young woman had silenced poor Amy that night in Marquette State Park, Bry

There was no record of a file involving anyone named Michelle but Bry

When she’d returned to Lake Mondac, Bry

Eventually, by talking to his colleagues and friends and reviewing scraps of notes and logs of phone calls, Bry

The girlfriend’s name was Michelle Kepler.

Bingo.

The Milwaukee police had set up surveillance around Rolfe’s house but before they could get a warrant to move in, Bry

She was sure the “clerk” was Michelle, setting her up to be shot.

Tom Dahl called Milwaukee PD and they put together a tactical team to collar the woman as soon as she left Rolfe’s elegant house.

Only one question remained. Did Bry

The debate raged-oh, how badly she wanted to. But she finally decided no.

A detective from the Milwaukee Police Department dressed in a Ke

Bry

The bell rang again-Tom Dahl, ever proper-and Joey let the sheriff back into the house. He was gri

Bry

The sheriff continued, “Michelle’s being transported to our lockup tonight. You’ll want to interview her, I assume.”

“You bet. But not tonight. I told you. I have plans.”

So, is what I’m about to do now a good idea, or a bad idea?…Why even bother to ask the question? It doesn’t matter. I’ve already made the decision.

She’d done what she needed to capture the Feldmans’ killers; now it was time to begin reassembling her life. Or trying to.

She rose and walked him to the front door. Stepping outside, he said, “So what’s going on that’s so important?”

“I’m making di

Dahl chuckled. “It’s a rerun. I can tell you who wins.”

“’Night, Tom. See you in the office bright and early.”

AT 9 A.M. on a stormy Friday, Michelle Alison Kepler sat in one of the two interrogation rooms in the Ke

Minus her gun, armed only with pen and paper, Bry

But Kristen Bry

Michelle, confident as ever, demanded, “Where’s my son and daughter?”

“They’re being well taken care of.”

“Bry

“You took your son to Milwaukee to help kill me?” Bry

Michelle’s face blossomed in horror. “No, no. We were just going to talk to you. I wanted to apologize.”

“He’s seven. And you took him with you. With a gun.”

“It’s for protection. Milwaukee’s a dangerous town. I have a permit but I lost it.”

Bry

“Can I see Brad? He’s miserable without me. He could get sick. He inherited my low blood sugar.”

“Wasn’t he adopted?”

Michelle blinked. Then said, “He needs me.”

“He’s being well taken care of. He’s fine… Now, you’ve been arrested for murder and attempted murder and assault. You’ve been advised of your rights. You can withdraw from this interview at any time and speak to an attorney. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Michelle glanced at the red light on the video recorder and said, “Yes.”

“Do you wish to have an attorney present?”

“No, I’ll talk to you, Bry

“So, you’re waiving your right to an attorney?”

“Absolutely. This is all a misunderstanding. I can explain everything.” Her voice was soft, reflecting the burden of the injustice that had befallen her.

“Now, why we’re here,” Bry

“What about my family?” she snapped. “You didn’t talk to them, did you? My parents?”

“Yes.”