Jack had accused her of murder. That was nonsense. Murder had to be premeditated, didn’t it? And she had never thought of such a thing. He just happened to be on the edge of that cliff, and when she stumbled, he tripped over her foot.
It was too bad, but it was strictly an accident.
Jack couldn’t be thinking straight. He was still concussed. And his buddy H.D. was a bit cracked.