Alessia hoped that her sister would be able to help clear her name, but she knew that Addie was purposely being kept off the case due to her close bond with her sister. Part of her wondered if Addie was a suspect at all, or if it was just her and Jenny at the moment. “My relationship with my father was pretty average. We weren’t super close, but I loved him and he loved me,” Alessia started off. “We had begun arguing more over the past year,” she admitted, gulping. She knew that talking about her disdain for Jenny or her resentment towards her father framing Scott for cocaine possession could raise further questions, but eliminating them could lead to further suspicion. What if Jenny spoke of the many times Alessia argued with her, or the Colby family talked about their son’s ex-girlfriend visiting them in Hartford to apologize for what had happened on the night her father was murdered? “We fought because we were worried about each other’s partners. He thought my boyfriend was bad news, and I thought his wife was a gold digger. But I knew it was because we cared for each other. Which is why I went to Hartford that night, I went to talk to Scott’s family to explain to them that my relationship with him was over. I loved Scott, but my father… I wanted to be good with him again…” she admitted, finally breaking and sobbing again. “I was planning to talk to him in the morning over breakfast, to tell him that Scott was in the past. I obviously wasn’t a Jenny fan still, but I was going to try to be better around her. But then I found out he was burned to death. Burned.” Daphne took a look at Alessia weeping in the interrogation seat and asked if she and her client could have a moment.
Lilia listened to every word that Alessia told her. It didn’t sound rehearsed or planned like her alibi had. Her heart clenched in her chest as she listened, searching for any signs of dishonesty in her possible sister-in-law’s face. “Take as long as you need, Alessia. I’ve only got a few more questions and then you’ll be free to go.” She stood. “Would you like a glass of water? I’ve got a hoard of chocolates, too.” Maybe it wasn’t the most professional thing in the world to do, but, damn it, she cared about Alessia and maybe someone else should have been doing this fucking interview. She had to be thorough, but it didn’t mean she had to be cold.
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