“He did,” she said.

“That’s a lie—” Mark started.

“Would you like me to tell them about your mother’s house?” Adriana said pleasantly.

“Because I would love to.”

“Go ahead,” Ruth Ferreira said.

Adriana Vance had spent two years being the smartest person in every room she entered, and she was not going to stop now, and the deputy state’s attorney had understood that about her inside ninety seconds.

“The night she went over the balcony,” Adriana said, “he called his mother.