“Stop crying, Harper. Just stop,” Richard snapped, his voice echoing cleanly through the phone speaker. “It’s done. The police have the ID. They have Diane’s phone call. It’s a closed loop.”
“What if Maya tells them?” Harper sobbed, her voice a pathetic, trembling whine.
She pulled her knees to her chest.
“What if she demands a lawyer? What if she proves she wasn’t in the SUV?”
“She was sleeping in her apartment, Harper,” Diane practically shouted, dropping her hands from her face. “She lives alone. She has no witnesses. It’s
