Roland pushed himself up from the couch, the alcohol making him unsteady, but his voice was razor sharp. "Who do you think would believe that? You would be in jail right now if anything had looked suspicious. How did the police not pick up on anything?"
"I don't know," Adrian said, throwing his hands slightly in the air. "They just concluded it was suicide. It is great. I got away with it."
Roland stared at him for a long second, then shook his head. "If you were planning anything like that, why did you not come to us first? We could have come up with a better plan." His voice dropped into something disturbingly calm. "I always knew we would have to get rid of her eventually."
Matilda sighed. "I am just happy it is all over. For a moment I really thought we would have to move and start budgeting again." The word budgeting seemed to disgust her. "How did it go with the lawyers?"
