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he said. It’s peaceful for him here. No one calls for him here, except his brother, Adam, and Adam rarely does.”
     
    “How was Andrew Langan that night?”
     
    “Drew was…” Augusta frowned, voice trailing off. Twin lines appeared between her brows.
     
    “He was agitated.”
     
    “Agitated?”
     
    “He looked exhausted, like he hadn’t slept in days. He seemed nervous, tense. He kept drumming his fingers on the armrest and running his fingers through his hair, and he couldn’t seem to sit still for longer than five minutes. So…unlike him.” She paused. “I asked him what was wrong, but all he said was that it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle. He said that it was nothing.”
     
    Nick saw the color seep from her face and the shiver that ran through her, and he hoped again that she wasn’t one hell of an actress.
     
    Ethan continued with the questioning. “What did he do while he was here?”
     
    “For the most part, he sat on the sofa in the living room upstairs while I graded papers on the floor.”
     
    “What did you talk about?”
     
    “Nothing. Nothing important.”
     
    “Does he do that often?” Ethan asked. “Come here and do nothing?”
     
    “No. He usually brings work with him or he watches television, news or hockey. That night, he had his briefcase with him, but he never opened it. He wouldn’t talk about what was bothering him. I thought he would tell me about it eventually, if it was important. He left early that night—at around 9:30.”
     
    “And you didn’t see him after that.”
     
    “No.”
     
    “Did he call you or try to contact you in any way?”
     
    Another negative answer.
     
    Nicked lean forward slightly in his chair as Ethan leaned back in his.
     
    “Do you still have a key to the condo, Dr. Langan?”
     
    “I…ah, yes. Drew insisted upon it.” She shrugged, the movement almost jerky. “Just in case, he said.”
     
    “Just in case of what?” asked Nick?
     
    Her mouth tightened. “I’m not quite sure, Detective. You’ll have to ask…” She slowly, quietly blew out a breath. “I don’t know. I guess Drew wanted me to know that I still had a place to go to if I needed it.”
     
    “Do you also have a key for the building’s service entrance?”
     
    “No,” she told Nick, before shifting her gaze to Ethan. “Detective Murtagh, you know the building residents don’t have a key for that door.”
     
    Ethan shrugged. “I thought with your husband owning and renting out half the building, it might’ve been different.” He tilted his head to one side. “I didn’t think you recognized me.”
     
    “I ran into your wife a few times in the lobby and on the elevator,” she explained.
     
    Nick decided to get things back on track. “Where were you two nights ago between midnight and 1:30 a.m., Dr. Langan?”
     
    The curve to her lips wasn’t a smile. “I was in bed, Detective, like most people.”
     
    Before he could ask the next logical question, she added, “And no, I don’t have an alibi. I went to bed alone, but you only have my word for that, don’t you?”
     
    He gave a small nod.
     
    “Is there anything else, Detective?”
     
    “What happens now that your husband’s dead before the divorce’s finalized?”
     
    Her eyes gave off sparks. “Be specific, Detective.”
     
    “Are you the primary beneficiary?”
     
    Her knuckles whitened before she hid them in her lap. “I really don’t know. You’ll have to ask Drew’s lawyer, Peter Donovan.”
     
    Nick smiled, but it was little more than a baring of his teeth. “We will.”
     
    Ethan cleared his throat. Loudly. “Did Drew have any rivals, enemies, anyone who would want him dead?”
     
    “He was the CEO and executive chairman of LSI. He had a number of business rivals, but I wouldn’t go so far as to call any of them enemies. He was very well respected and liked. No one would’ve wanted…” She broke off, eyes moist, and blinked rapidly. “Nobody