We stood and walked out of the judge's office. I stood aside and let Victoria go through the door first. She stopped as soon as we were out of the judge’s hearing. “You know it can’t be a coincidence,” she said. “Of course it is,” I said. “And you know you're stretching because you have no motive and no murder weapon.” “And you know I'm not because she did it on purpose.” “You’ve been talking to billionaires too much, Vicki. All that money clouds their perspective.”
