Becca.

After a pause, I said, “Neal, you didn’t kill Tally.”

There was silence on the other line for quite some time. I leaned back in my chair, wondering what could be going through his mind right now. I’d be able to explain what was going on soon for him, at least.

“What?”

“I saw the forensic report,” I said softly, glad at the momentary distraction from my own thoughts to reassure him. “The bullet that ...