“Don’t get me wrong,” Jordan said. “I don’t think Litvak was out to frame me. But once he decided I was guilty, he stopped gathering data. There’s got to be something he overlooked.”
“Like what?” She enumerated the facts on her fingers. “He has the murder weapon, a gun that was registered to your wife and has only your fingerprints. There was no evidence of a break-in at the house. And an eyewitness, the housekeeper, saw you standing over the body.”
“Kneeling,” he said. “I’d found Lynette’s body and called 9-1-1. I was kneeling beside her, trying to figure out how to do CPR or stop the bleeding.”
“You don’t know CPR?”
“I’m not an EMT like you. There was nothing I could do to save her.”
His gaze met hers, and she saw a deep sadness in his dark brown eyes. Emily had almost forgotten that Lynette Afton-Shane had been a living, breathing woman. She was more than an anonymous victim. She’d been Jordan’s wife.
He said, “From the coroner’s report, I learned that CPR wouldn’t have done any good. Lynette was shot through the heart. Her death was almost instantaneous.”
“Accurate marksmanship,” she said. “That might be a clue. Are you good with a gun?”
“Powder burns showed that she was shot at point-blank range. Not much skill required.”
From what Emily recalled of the newspaper articles, Jordan claimed to have been sleeping down the hall when his wife was murdered. “Why didn’t you hear the gunshot?”
“There was a silencer on the weapon. Plus, Lynette’s house is huge. I used to call it Hotel Afton-Shane because she generally had the sixteen bedrooms packed full with friends and family.”
“But no one else was staying there on the night she was killed.”
“Just me.”
“Why?” she asked.
“I wanted privacy to discuss our divorce. Crowds make me jumpy as a flea on a dog.” As he relaxed, the southern lilt to his voice became more pronounced. “Most of the time, I’m real content to be alone with my computers and software.”
“Me, too,” she said. “Not with a computer, of course. But I’ve always been able to entertain myself.”
“And that’s why Lynette and I were alone at the house.”
Emily understood why the sheriff had settled on Jordan as the most likely suspect. His request for a solitary weekend made it sound like he had something nefarious in mind.
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