So far, pretty much what she expected. Not that she'd given that sort of scenario too much thought, but even in prison -- even with the type of people that surely nobody could think added anything good to the world -- it couldn't be too easy just to kill somebody.

When Murphy continued, though, Heather's mood shifted. Anne's father. Her grip on the back of the chair tightened and she clenched her jaw, hard enough to make her teeth hurt. She took a slow breath, and when she spoke again the tension in her voice was probably enough to let him know just how much her opinion of both of them depended on his answer.

"You do it?"