Why did I feel betrayed? She never told me, despite ample opportunities. Not that she owed me any kind of explanation or even the time of day. But I had this weird impression she liked me, that we were kind of friends already. And friends told each other things like this, right?
Willow's face settled into flat emptiness as she replied.
"I knew how it would look," she said, holding Crew's gaze and not looking in my direction at all. On purpose? Was she feeling guilty? "Besides, the divorce has nothing to do with it. I loved Skip, but he wasn't the man I married. So you tell me, Sheriff. Why murder him if I planned on divorcing him anyway?"
"I can think of one thing in particular," Crew said. "Times millions."
She snorted, looked away at last, but her expression didn't soften. "We had a prenup. Skip insisted. He was first draft pick before I ever went to L.A. and he had his millions before mine made a debut. Divorce meant neither of us got a cent of each other's money."