“Who are you?” “Abigail Woods, Edward Lange’s sister,” she said, her cheeks flushed with anger. A man stepped into the station behind her. “I’m David Woods, Abigail’s husband.” A second man, wearing jeans, a baseball cap and a leather jacket hovered by the door. Must be the Woodses’ security. “Why isn’t she in jail?” Abigail accused, glaring at Nicole. Alex glanced at Nicole, then back at Lange’s sister. “Why would she be in jail?” “Because she killed my brother.” Alex held his ground, keeping Abigail and David Woods a safe distance from Nicole. “Why are you accusing Miss Harris of murder?” Alex said. “She has a record for assault. Did she tell you that?” “No, she didn’t mention it.” Alex turned to Nicole who studied her fingers clenched tightly in her lap.
