“What?”
“I don’t know.”
I looked at the receipt again.
Then I remembered the messages.
The house.
The money.
The phrase:
I’ll handle it.
Suddenly, this wasn’t only about an affair.
They had been planning something.
PART 6 — THE HOUSE
The next morning, I confronted Callan.
I placed the hotel receipt on the kitchen table.
He looked at it.
His face changed.
“Where did you get that?”
“Bram.”
He sat down.
“You need to listen to me.”
“No.”
“Bryony.”
“You used my name.”
“I can explain.”
“Then explain.”
He rubbed his forehead.
“It was for a meeting.”
“A meeting?”
“Yes.”
“With my sister?”
He didn’t answer.
“With my sister?”
“Yes.”
“Why was my name on the room?”
He stared at the table.
“Because Sasha booked it.”
“Why?”
“She thought it would be easier.”
“Easier for what?”
Silence.
I leaned forward.
“What were you planning?”
“Nothing.”
“Don’t lie to me again.”
He looked at me.
