Walter had saved it.
Grandpa had hidden it.
And now it belonged to me.
Detective Beckett finally spoke.
“We’re reopening the investigation into your grandfather’s death.”
“Will the tape be enough?”
“Not alone.”
“But the medical records may show medication irregularities,” Lena added. “The financial evidence establishes motive. Walter can testify. And your mother’s voice on the recording places her in the room.”
“What about Melanie?”
“We still need to find her.”
As if summoned by her name, Wyatt’s phone vibrated.
A message appeared from an unknown number.
He opened it.
There was a photograph attached.
It showed Melanie sitting in the back seat of a car.
Her makeup was smeared. Her eyes were swollen from crying. One hand was pressed against the window.
Beneath the photograph was a message.
**SHE DIDN’T RUN. WE TOOK HER.**
My blood turned cold.
Another message arrived immediately.
**COME TO THE OLD DAVIS WAREHOUSE ALONE IF YOU WANT YOUR SISTER ALIVE.**
