The flashbulbs popped like firecrackers, blinding Lyse as she stepped out of the apartment building. A sea of reporters surged forward, microphones thrust in her face, their voices a cacophony of questions.
"Lyse, is it true that Mr Van Doren killed his step brother because he did not want to share the company with him and felt threatened?"
"Lyse, do you really believe that your husband is innocent?"
"Lyse, what did you already know about the deaths of Brett Faulkner and Sutton Marlowe? Did you suspect your husband or did this come as a shock?"
Lyse felt a wave of nausea wash over her at the barbed questions the reporters were throwing at her. She had anticipated this. The media frenzy surrounding Levi's arrest had exploded overnight, turning her life upside down. She was now a person of interest, simply by association.
