While I was on vacation with my cousins, my phone lit up with one message: “Get on a plane home. Don’t tell your parents you’re coming.” When I landed, an attorney and two investigators

It was an order.

Elaine dried her hands slowly. “Claire, why is this coming up now?”

I shrugged. “No reason.”

Martin stepped closer. “Did someone talk to you?”

There it was.

Not confusion.

Fear.

I felt my heartbeat in my throat.

“Who would talk to me?”

He did not answer.

Elaine whispered, “Martin.”

He shot her a look so sharp she lowered her eyes.

That look told continue reading …