For several seconds, I thought I had misheard him.<\/p>\n
The kitchen had become so quiet I could hear the refrigerator motor and the faint scrape of a branch against the window.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy sister?\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHelen\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
It came out harder the second time.<\/p>\n
My sister, Claire Bennett, lived twenty minutes away. She was sixty-eight, widowed, and so predictable that I could tell you which grocery store aisle she would be standing in on Thursday morning. She had sat beside me at Arthur\u2019s funeral. She had held my hand while the coffin was lowered. On October third, I had been away from Arthur because I had driven Claire to a medical appointment.<\/p>\n
That last detail stopped me.<\/p>\n
The room seemed to tilt.<\/p>\n
Roy saw the realization.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat appointment,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
He looked down.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas there an appointment?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The relief lasted half a second.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut Victor knew about it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy rubbed his palms against his trousers.<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire told him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra whispered, \u201cWhy would Helen\u2019s sister know Victor?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe didn\u2019t. Not the way you mean.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood over Roy.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen say what you mean.\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy explained that Claire first encountered Victor through a man named Leonard Shaw, an investment adviser who had helped her after her husband died. Leonard was connected to one of Victor\u2019s shell companies.<\/p>\n
Claire believed she was discussing retirement income.<\/p>\n
Instead, she had walked into Victor\u2019s network.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor showed me messages.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLast year.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo prove he knew your schedule.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt suddenly ill.<\/p>\n
Roy continued carefully.<\/p>\n
Claire had complained to Leonard that I was exhausted caring for Arthur. She mentioned appointments, treatments, days when I drove her places, and times Arthur stayed alone.<\/p>\n
Ordinary conversation.<\/p>\n
Ordinary trust.<\/p>\n
Leonard passed details to Victor.<\/p>\n
At least at first.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat changed?\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor contacted Claire directly.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat down.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout two weeks before Dad fell.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra asked, \u201cDid she know who he was?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEventually.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she know what he wanted?\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told her Dad was hiding assets from you.\u201d<\/p>\n
The cruelty of it was almost elegant.<\/p>\n
Victor knew exactly which story would reach Claire.<\/p>\n
She had worried from the beginning that Arthur\u2019s children would leave me with nothing.<\/p>\n
She disliked Roy.<\/p>\n
Distrusted Sandra.<\/p>\n
And repeatedly asked whether Arthur had protected me legally.<\/p>\n
Victor had turned concern into access.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told Claire Dad\u2019s estate planning could leave me homeless.\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd she believed him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt first.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he ask her to do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing dramatic. Ask questions. Find out when Dad met with Katz. Find out where documents were kept.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mr. Katz muttered something under his breath.<\/p>\n
I thought of Claire bringing casseroles.<\/p>\n
Sitting at our kitchen table.<\/p>\n
Asking whether Arthur had \u201cfinally gotten his papers sorted.\u201d<\/p>\n
I had answered her.<\/p>\n
Not everything.<\/p>\n
Enough.<\/p>\n
\u201cOctober third,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Roy's face tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor needed you out of the house.\u201d<\/p>\n
My hands became cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe appointment was real.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut he knew Claire would ask me to drive her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she deliberately arrange it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy looked miserable.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is not an answer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI genuinely don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra said, \u201cThen how did she help him get inside?\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe gave him a key.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
Claire had a spare.<\/p>\n
For emergencies.<\/p>\n
Arthur and I gave it to her after his first hospitalization.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy said nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re lying.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wish I was.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would she give a stranger my house key?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wasn\u2019t a stranger by then.\u201d<\/p>\n
The sentence hurt more than it should have.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow many times did they meet?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThree that I know of.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCoffee shops. Once at her house.\u201d<\/p>\n
My sister\u2019s house.<\/p>\n
Victor had sat inside Claire\u2019s living room while Arthur and I continued our lives twenty minutes away.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he tell her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat Dad was being manipulated.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBy whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cSam.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mr. Katz stared.<\/p>\n
Roy continued.<\/p>\n
Victor told Claire that Arthur\u2019s lawyer was helping Roy and Sandra restructure assets before Arthur died. He said I was being excluded.<\/p>\n
Claire believed she was helping me discover the truth.<\/p>\n
The irony was almost unbearable.<\/p>\n
Victor manipulated everyone by offering them a version of themselves they wanted to believe.<\/p>\n
Roy was the frightened son protecting his future.<\/p>\n
Sandra was the neglected daughter reclaiming what belonged to her.<\/p>\n
Diane was the underpaid employee correcting an unfair life.<\/p>\n
Claire was the loyal sister saving me from exploitation.<\/p>\n
And Victor stood in the center, turning each private weakness into a tool.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Claire know he was going to Arthur\u2019s house on September eighteenth?\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOctober third?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The word struck harder.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe knew?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe gave him the key that morning.\u201d<\/p>\n
I pushed away from the table.<\/p>\n
Sandra moved instinctively toward me.<\/p>\n
I raised a hand.<\/p>\n
Not now.<\/p>\n
Mr. Katz said, \u201cArthur\u2019s letter says Roy knows who helped Victor enter on the night of the fall. October third was later.\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cSame key.\u201d<\/p>\n
My confusion sharpened.<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire gave Victor the key before September eighteenth?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen how?\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy looked at Arthur\u2019s letter.<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor copied it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Of course.<\/p>\n
Claire had apparently loaned him the spare earlier, believing he needed to photograph the key number or verify something for an investigator.<\/p>\n
He duplicated it.<\/p>\n
Then returned hers.<\/p>\n
By September eighteenth, Victor could enter whenever he chose.<\/p>\n
Claire may not have known.<\/p>\n
Or she may have known enough.<\/p>\n
I needed to hear it from her.<\/p>\n
I reached for my phone.<\/p>\n
Elena stopped me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWait.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s my sister.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s exactly why you should wait.\u201d<\/p>\n
I glared at her.<\/p>\n
She did not flinch.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf Claire is innocent of anything beyond being manipulated, confronting her badly could frighten her. If she knows more, calling may warn Victor.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor already knows we found the records.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cProbably.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what are we protecting?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire.\u201d<\/p>\n
That stopped me.<\/p>\n
I hated it.<\/p>\n
She was right.<\/p>\n
The police contacted Claire instead.<\/p>\n
Two detectives went to her house.<\/p>\n
She was not there.<\/p>\n
Her car was gone.<\/p>\n
Her phone went directly to voicemail.<\/p>\n
I knew my sister\u2019s habits.<\/p>\n
At midnight she should have been asleep with a mystery novel on her chest and a cup of tea going cold beside her.<\/p>\n
She did not disappear.<\/p>\n
Not voluntarily.<\/p>\n
\u201cFind her,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
The detective nodded.<\/p>\n
While officers searched, Roy and I returned to Arthur\u2019s letter.<\/p>\n
There was more beneath the line naming Claire.<\/p>\n
Arthur had written:<\/p>\n
DO NOT BLAME HER BEFORE YOU HEAR THE KITCHEN RECORDING FROM SEPTEMBER 17.<\/p>\n
Elena immediately searched the flash drive.<\/p>\n
A file existed.<\/p>\n
SEP17_KITCHEN_2146.<\/p>\n
We played it.<\/p>\n
Claire\u2019s voice filled the room.<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
She was sitting with Arthur.<\/p>\n
I remembered the evening. I had gone upstairs early with a headache.<\/p>\n
Claire stayed behind to finish tea.<\/p>\n
On the recording, she sounded upset.<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur, I think something is wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur asked what.<\/p>\n
\u201cA man contacted me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor Vale.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
A long silence.<\/p>\n
Then Arthur asked how.<\/p>\n
Claire explained everything.<\/p>\n
Leonard.<\/p>\n
The questions.<\/p>\n
The estate story.<\/p>\n
The key.<\/p>\n
Her voice began shaking.<\/p>\n
\u201cI gave him our spare before I knew who he was.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur asked when.<\/p>\n
\u201cTwo months ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
My breath caught.<\/p>\n
Earlier than Roy knew.<\/p>\n
Arthur remained calm.<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes Helen know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
I opened my eyes.<\/p>\n
Good?<\/p>\n
Claire protested.<\/p>\n
Arthur explained.<\/p>\n
If Victor believed Claire remained useful, he might reveal more.<\/p>\n
Arthur wanted her to keep speaking with him.<\/p>\n
My sister refused.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m telling Helen.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe deserves to know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe deserves to be safe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is not the same thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur was silent.<\/p>\n
Claire knew him well enough to challenge him.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you make choices for her because you\u2019re scared, you\u2019re doing the same thing everyone else is doing.\u201d<\/p>\n
The words struck me.<\/p>\n
Arthur eventually agreed.<\/p>\n
But asked for forty-eight hours.<\/p>\n
He wanted to secure documents first.<\/p>\n
Claire reluctantly said yes.<\/p>\n
Then she told him something else.<\/p>\n
Victor had asked her to arrange for me to be away the following evening.<\/p>\n
September eighteenth.<\/p>\n
The night Arthur fell.<\/p>\n
My skin prickled.<\/p>\n
Arthur asked what excuse Victor suggested.<\/p>\n
\u201cA doctor appointment.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYours?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you have one?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire had refused.<\/p>\n
That was why I was only outside taking garbage when Victor came.<\/p>\n
The plan to remove me for hours failed.<\/p>\n
Victor entered anyway.<\/p>\n
Arthur asked Claire whether Victor knew she had refused.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire\u2019s recorded voice dropped.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said he didn\u2019t need me anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
The kitchen fell silent around us.<\/p>\n
My sister had not knowingly sent Victor into the house that night.<\/p>\n
She had warned Arthur.<\/p>\n
But she had given Victor the key months earlier.<\/p>\n
A mistake.<\/p>\n
A serious one.<\/p>\n
Not the betrayal Roy\u2019s first words made it sound like.<\/p>\n
The recording continued.<\/p>\n
Arthur asked Claire to do one more thing.<\/p>\n
Keep pretending.<\/p>\n
Let Victor believe she had not warned him.<\/p>\n
Claire swore.<\/p>\n
Then agreed.<\/p>\n
Arthur had recruited her.<\/p>\n
Another person inside Victor\u2019s network.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened after?\u201d I asked Roy.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t know any of that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why did you accuse her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI told you what I knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. You told me the most damaging version first.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked ashamed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re right.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra said, \u201cThat seems to be a family talent.\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy did not answer.<\/p>\n
Elena searched later recordings involving Claire.<\/p>\n
There were several.<\/p>\n
Arthur and Claire had met secretly three times.<\/p>\n
She fed Victor controlled information.<\/p>\n
Mostly harmless details.<\/p>\n
Enough to maintain trust.<\/p>\n
Then October third changed things.<\/p>\n
A recording from October second captured Victor asking Claire to get me away again.<\/p>\n
This time Claire had a real appointment the next day.<\/p>\n
Arthur instructed her to let the plan proceed.<\/p>\n
I stared at the speaker.<\/p>\n
He had knowingly remained alone.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
The answer came from Arthur himself.<\/p>\n
On the recording he said, \u201cBecause Victor is getting desperate, and desperate men stop hiding their hands.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire answered, \u201cOr they hurt people.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur said, \u201cThat is why I need you to make Helen stay with you until I call.\u201d<\/p>\n
She did.<\/p>\n
After her appointment, Claire insisted we stop for lunch.<\/p>\n
Then coffee.<\/p>\n
I became irritated.<\/p>\n
I remembered checking my phone repeatedly.<\/p>\n
Arthur finally called around four.<\/p>\n
He told me everything was fine.<\/p>\n
He lied.<\/p>\n
Victor had already assaulted him.<\/p>\n
Roy had already driven Victor away.<\/p>\n
Arthur protected the operation by hiding the bruises as long as possible.<\/p>\n
Claire had been part of it.<\/p>\n
But not all of it.<\/p>\n
A final recording was dated six weeks before Arthur died.<\/p>\n
Claire sounded frightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor knows.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur asked, \u201cKnows what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat I\u2019m helping you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur told her to stop contact immediately.<\/p>\n
Claire said Victor had threatened me.<\/p>\n
Arthur's voice changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said when you die, Helen will be alone in that house.\u201d<\/p>\n
My chest tightened.<\/p>\n
Claire asked Arthur to tell me everything.<\/p>\n
He refused.<\/p>\n
Again.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe thinks fear will make me careless.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd what do you think?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think Helen will make him regret underestimating her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Despite myself, I almost laughed.<\/p>\n
Claire said, \u201cThat is not comforting.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur coughed.<\/p>\n
Then his voice became softer.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf anything happens to me before this is finished, go to the place where Margaret kept what she couldn\u2019t destroy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe storage unit?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere is something there for you.\u201d<\/p>\n
We had searched Margaret\u2019s unit.<\/p>\n
We found the microfilm.<\/p>\n
Arthur\u2019s notes.<\/p>\n
But nothing addressed to Claire.<\/p>\n
Unless Victor found it first.<\/p>\n
Or we missed it.<\/p>\n
Elena was already calling officers guarding the unit.<\/p>\n
They searched again.<\/p>\n
Inside the cedar wardrobe, behind the false panel, officers found another compartment.<\/p>\n
Narrow.<\/p>\n
Almost invisible.<\/p>\n
An envelope.<\/p>\n
CLAIRE.<\/p>\n
It contained a small memory card.<\/p>\n
Police arranged a secure transfer of the data.<\/p>\n
Twenty minutes later we opened it.<\/p>\n
A video.<\/p>\n
Victor sitting in Claire\u2019s living room.<\/p>\n
Date: five weeks before Arthur died.<\/p>\n
Claire had hidden a camera.<\/p>\n
Victor was angry.<\/p>\n
He accused her of lying.<\/p>\n
Claire denied it.<\/p>\n
He placed something on her coffee table.<\/p>\n
A photograph.<\/p>\n
Me leaving Arthur\u2019s oncology clinic.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou care about your sister,\u201d Victor said.<\/p>\n
Claire's recorded face went still.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen stop helping Arthur.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not.\u201d<\/p>\n
Victor smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked frightened.<\/p>\n
But held her ground.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you want?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOne thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen Arthur dies, convince Helen to sell the house.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
The answer came immediately.<\/p>\n
Victor leaned back.<\/p>\n
\u201cEveryone has a price.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen you\u2019re wasting your time.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t mean money.\u201d<\/p>\n
He slid another photograph toward her.<\/p>\n
This one showed Claire\u2019s grandson outside school.<\/p>\n
My stomach turned.<\/p>\n
Claire whispered, \u201cYou stay away from him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Victor said, \u201cThen help me.\u201d<\/p>\n
The video ended minutes later.<\/p>\n
Claire never agreed.<\/p>\n
But Victor knew exactly where to press.<\/p>\n
A detective\u2019s phone rang.<\/p>\n
He listened.<\/p>\n
Then looked at me.<\/p>\n
They found Claire\u2019s car.<\/p>\n
Abandoned near a pharmacy.<\/p>\n
Driver\u2019s door unlocked.<\/p>\n
Her purse inside.<\/p>\n
No Claire.<\/p>\n
Security footage showed her leaving the store at 8:42 that evening.<\/p>\n
A man approached her in the parking lot.<\/p>\n
Not Victor.<\/p>\n
Older.<\/p>\n
Thin.<\/p>\n
Bandage along his temple.<\/p>\n
Malcolm.<\/p>\n
I stared at the image.<\/p>\n
Malcolm had been injured.<\/p>\n
Found by police.<\/p>\n
Taken for treatment.<\/p>\n
Then apparently left.<\/p>\n
Or escaped.<\/p>\n
He approached Claire voluntarily.<\/p>\n
She recognized him.<\/p>\n
They spoke.<\/p>\n
Then Claire got into another vehicle with him.<\/p>\n
No force.<\/p>\n
No struggle.<\/p>\n
A dark sedan drove away.<\/p>\n
The detective froze the final frame.<\/p>\n
A third person was driving.<\/p>\n
Only part of the face was visible.<\/p>\n
Roy stepped closer.<\/p>\n
His expression changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s Leonard Shaw.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire\u2019s investment adviser.<\/p>\n
The man who introduced Victor into her life.<\/p>\n
The first link.<\/p>\n
Still active.<\/p>\n
Elena turned to Roy.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere would Leonard take them?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sandra snapped, \u201cThink.\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy did.<\/p>\n
Then his eyes moved toward Arthur\u2019s property map.<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor owned more than the warehouse.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAn office building.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNear the river.\u201d<\/p>\n
Elena pulled records.<\/p>\n
The company was still registered to a Vale shell entity.<\/p>\n
Police moved.<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
This time nobody told me to sit down.<\/p>\n
Then my phone rang.<\/p>\n
Claire\u2019s number.<\/p>\n
I answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire?\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Then my sister whispered, \u201cHelen, don\u2019t come looking for me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice shook.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m all right.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t sound all right.\u201d<\/p>\n
A male voice said something near her.<\/p>\n
Claire breathed in.<\/p>\n
Then spoke quickly.<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur was right about the photograph album, but wrong about what Margaret hid there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe microfilm was a copy.\u201d<\/p>\n
My grip tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is the original?\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire hesitated.<\/p>\n
Then said, \u201cVictor has spent twenty-five years asking the wrong question.\u201d<\/p>\n
The line crackled.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat question?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe keeps asking where Margaret hid the evidence.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire\u2019s voice dropped almost to nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe didn\u2019t hide it.\u201d<\/p>\n
A sound behind her.<\/p>\n
A door opening.<\/p>\n
Then Claire said the words that made Roy rise from his chair.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe mailed it.\u201d<\/p>\n
The call ended.<\/p>\n
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