IMOGEN'S POV
The phone call came an hour after the press conference ended. Isaac answered it while I was in the bathroom of the office, trying to wash the taste of lies and half-truths out of my mouth.
"That was Detective Morrison," he said when I came out. "The police want to rule Talia's death a suicide. Officially. Tomorrow morning."
I sat down hard on the couch. The room tilted sideways for a moment, and I had to grip the armrest to keep from falling over.
"They can't," I whispered. "They haven't even investigated. It's been less than twenty-four hours."
Isaac's jaw was tight. "Morrison says they have everything they need. The scene was consistent with suicide. No signs of forced entry. No evidence of struggle."
"Of course there wasn't." My voice cracked. "They're professionals. They know how to make it look clean."
Isaac sat down next to me, close enough that I could feel the warmth from his body. "Morrison also said something else. The chief wants to see you."
"When?"
