YUKI KEPT HER HAND gripped around the gun in her pocket as she walked beside Twilly up the path through the woods. He did most of the talking, asking her opinion of the jury, of the defense counsel, of the verdict. For a moment she saw the charming man she’d been attracted to a few weeks ago - then she remembered who he really was.

  “I think the verdict was completely off the wall,” Yuki said. “I don’t know what I could have done differently.”

  “Not your fault, Yuki. Junie is innocent,” Twilly said amiably.

  “Really? And you know she’s innocent how?”

  They’d reached the ridgeline, where a rocky outcropping overlooked the best view of Kelham Beach and the Pacific Ocean. Twilly sat down on the rock, and Yuki sat a few feet away. Twilly opened his bag, took out two bottles of water, twisted off the cap of the first and handed the bottle to Yuki.

  “Don’t you think it’s strange that there was no trace evidence at the so-called crime scene?” he asked her.

  “Strange, but not impossible,” Yuki said, taking a deep chug-a-lug from the water bottle.

  “That information that the police ‘developed.’ That was an anonymous caller, r............