It'd been a long damn day, and she could feel herself creeping past the point of rationality, past her capability to resist her impulses to get off her butt and do something. Act. Waiting. Damn, she'd never been good at it. "Do you want to help your husband?" She sat up straight on the couch. The voice on the other end was toneless, dispassionate, not one she recognized. "Of course I do. Who is this?" "The police are about to arrest your husband." The voice didn't change-there was no emotion, no way, even, of telling for sure whether it was male or female. Male, Val thought. "How do you know?" "I know.Trust me. The evidence against him is stacking up. The police can't continue to ignore it. He'll be convicted of murder-" "No, he won't, because he's innocent." There was a wry laugh. "Ah. True love. I know he is innocent, Mrs. Carrera-Val. But I also know what will happen if you don't act. I can help him." "How?" "I can't do it without your help. You must do exactly as I say.
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