He hadn’t called me there to give me something.
He wanted to know what I had found.
I stepped backward.
Marcus stepped forward.
“Give me the folder, Emily.”
I shook my head.][
“No.”
His expression changed.
For the first time, I saw something in his face that frightened me.
Not anger.
Fear.
He was afraid of what was inside that folder.
And that meant Liam had been right about one thing.
His death hadn’t been an accident.
I reached for my phone.
Marcus moved faster.
He locked the office door.
Click.
I stared at the lock.
Then at him.
“Open the door.”
He didn’t move.
“Emily,” he said quietly, “you really don’t understand what you’ve gotten yourself into.”
I looked down at the folder.
There were photographs inside.
Photographs of my sister.
Sarah meeting a man I had never seen before.
Sarah standing outside a bank.
Sarah getting into a black car two days before Liam died.
My mind was racing.
Why had my husband been investigating my sister?
Why was Marcus involved?
And who was the man in those photographs?
Then the office phone rang.
Both of us froze.
Marcus looked toward the desk.
I looked at the caller ID.
