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delayed until 6:30. Then it went into double overtime, which lasted until sometime after eight o’clock. Originally, she’d planned to bring her kids home to Balboa Coves that night, but they’d stayed with their father because it was so late and they had school near his house in the morning.
    After that, she said, she headed to South Coast Plaza in Newport Beach. Showing them several shopping bags on the passenger side of the Cadillac, she also produced receipts from Crate & Barrel and Bullock’s, time-stamped 9:29 and 9:45 P.M. She said she’d bought a vase, which she’d shipped to her parents, and purchased about $138 worth of other items before the mall started to close.
    Asked who had keys to the house, she cited most of the same people as Kevin had, and said there could be one in the hide-a-key box on the dock behind the house. She, too, noted that Bill’s former partner, Jacob Horowitz, had sued Bill over the blood device, but she said she didn’t know who would want to harm her fiancé.
    â€œDo you have any idea why this would happen to him?” Detective Hartford asked.
    â€œI have no idea,” she said. “I have no . . . never heard of threats, never heard, you know, anything. I had no clue.”
    The detectives asked Nanette if she would object to a search of the house or to having her hands swabbed for gunshot residue.
    â€œI understand it’s probably upsetting,” Van Horn said. “It’s just procedure we have to go through.”
    â€œI have no objection,” she replied.
    Nanette told police she oversaw the day-to-day aspects of Bill’s various business activities, which included several investment projects. Bill had a number of insurance policies he kept in the home safe, she said, and he was being audited by the IRS concerning his Nevada residency claim. She led detectives to the safe and gave them the combination so they could look inside.
    She told them about Bill’s gun collection in Vegas, but she said she purposely stayed in the dark about all of that “gun stuff.”
    â€œPersonally, I don’t like guns, so I stay out. I have kids in the house. I asked him if he would move the guns to the other place for that reason. So most of them are over there, but I’m not sure how many.”
    On the other hand, she said, she knew everything about his “business stuff.”
    â€œI write all the checks and I pay all the bills,” she said.
    Voth tried to offer some helpful information about changing the locks on the house, but Nanette said she wasn’t going to stay there. She was going to move her things to Bill’s second beachfront house on Seashore Drive, which was about four minutes away.
    â€œI cannot go back in there, where he . . . ,” she said, trailing off.
    And yet, four days later, she was back at Balboa Coves with her kids—and several times after that, meeting with various people. No one lived at the Seashore house full-time, she said, adding that it had been broken into two Thanksgivings ago, when they’d filed a police report.
    â€œWhen I went over there one day, all the lights were on. I opened the garage, and . . . I didn’t want to go in, so I called the police. And the police went in and found—and it was like a robbery, you know.... Somebody was, like, staying in there and they kind of messed stuff up and, like, vandalized it.”
    Everyone grieves differently, but this attractive young woman didn’t seem particularly distraught over her fiancé’s murder. And although she said the incident was “too much to comprehend,” her voice seemed rather monotone and her general affect seemed rather flat.
    She also never mentioned how lucky it was that she and her children weren’t home that night, as originally planned, or that she was thankful that they were all safe, thanks to her decision to leave them with her ex-husband and go shopping. Nor did