CHAPTER SEVEN
As Craig walked in, Maxwell strode over to him and ushered him over to their impromptu interview setup. Stella thought he looked as if he needed the guidance. He was walking as if in a dream—or more probably a nightmare. His hair was ruffled, as if he hadn’t brushed it. His shirt was creased, and looked like he’d slept in it. She couldn’t tell if he’d shaved because he had a faint outline of designer stubble. He looked as if he’d seen a ghost.
“I don’t know how this could have happened,” he blurted out, as Maxwell helped him down onto the chaise lounge. “I just literally do not know. Amanda was the sweetest, kindest person. She had no enemies. She’d never have hurt anyone.”
Again, he looked on the point of tears, but this time, in an interview situation, Stella found herse
