Kate handed him the same picture she had handed Henry Morris just a few moments ago. Watts looked confused at first but then realization started to sink into his features.
“This from the security camera at the Lowell house?” he asked.
“It is,” Kate answered. “Does that not surprise you?”
“I don’t know. Meredith…she’s supposed to cut the feed off when I come over.”
“So you’ve been by there before…for non-delivery purposes?”
“I have. But…still. I get that affairs are bad. But why is the FBI involved?”
“Because,” Kate said, “sometime in the three and a half hours between her husband leaving for work and arriving back home just before noon, Meredith Lowell was killed.”
She could have kept going but decided to stop there; she wanted to catch his reaction to that bombshell of news. He sta
