“Why?”
Diana placed one cup on the bedside table.
“Someone entered the parking garage using Julian’s credentials.”
Audrey felt the hidden phone against her palm.
“Julian is here?”
“We don’t know.”
“That isn’t an answer.”
Diana looked at her more carefully.
“No. It isn’t.”
The fetal monitor continued its steady rhythm, filling the silence between them.
Audrey studied every detail.
Diana’s jacket was buttoned.
Her hair remained neatly tied back.
There was a faint crease between her eyebrows that had not been there before.
“Was Julian released?” Audrey asked.
“He was never formally arrested. He was detained for questioning while the warrants were executed.”
“So he was free to leave?”
“Legally, yes.”
“You didn’t tell me that.”
“I told you he was taken in for questioning.”
“You let me believe he was in custody.”
Diana’s expression tightened.
“That was not my intention.”
Audrey shifted against the pillow, ignoring the pull of the IV in her hand.
“Was Martin Keene at the estate?”