to me, I’ll see what I can find out.’
‘His name is Peyton Anderson,’ Scott told her. ‘His family’s big in this town. Maybe you heard of them …’
But Harper was no longer listening – she stared at him in stunned disbelief.
‘Do you mean Peyton Anderson as in the son of the district attorney?’ she asked, cutting him off.
‘That’s him.’ Scott nodded. ‘He’s the one Naomi was scared of.’
Harper couldn’t think of anything to say.
Randall Anderson had been District Attorney for twelve years before stepping down a year ago to join a private practice.
His family was part of the city’s old guard – with a patrician legacy and a palatial mansion near Forsyth Park. The Andersons were everywhere in Savannah – they were part of every major organization that ran the city.
The idea that his son could have somehow threatened Naomi Scott seemed bizarre.
‘You don’t know what happened between them?’ she asked, after a long pause.
He shook his head. ‘All I know is they were in law school together, they sometimes studied together in her first year. Then, something happened – he did something, I think – and after that she tried to avoid him. I know she complained to the school.’
Harper kept nodding politely but she could see exactly what was happening here. Scott was grasping at straws. He wanted the facts to change. He wanted Wilson to be the good boyfriend who loved his daughter. And he wanted a man he’d never met to be the killer.
Neither she, nor the police, could give him that.
‘Well,’ she said, closing her notebook, ‘I think I’ve got all I need. There’s plenty here for me to work with.’ She stood up. ‘I can’t thank you enough for coming in to talk to me about all this.’
He unfolded his long legs, and stood, a disappointed look in his eyes.
‘You think Wilson did it,’ he said sadly. ‘You’re going to tell people they have the right man.’
She opened her mouth to argue, but he shook his head.
‘It’s fine. The police didn’t believe me either.’ He pushed the chair carefully back into place. ‘I guess no one wants to believe.’
Not without evidence they don’t, Harper thought. But she couldn’t say that to him. He looked so defeated.
‘Tell you what,’ she said. ‘I’ll dig around a little. See what I can find out. Just in case there’s anything there.’
Scott accepted this with quiet dignity.
‘Thing is, Miss McClain, whether you believe me or not, I know Wilson didn’t do this. And I intend to fight to see justice done. For my daughter’s sake.’
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