"I can't explain it well over the phone."
When I got there, Mark looked sick.
He led me upstairs, opened Liam's office safe, and handed me a thick envelope.
On the front, in Liam's handwriting, were three words.
Inside the envelope were bank records, photos, and a note.
Give to Emily.
I looked up at Mark. "Why didn't you call me sooner?"
He swallowed. "He asked me to wait until after the funeral. I should've called sooner anyway. Then Grace came by asking whether Liam left anything in the safe, and I knew I'd already waited too long."
My stomach dropped.
Inside the envelope were bank records, photos, and a note.
The note began, "Em, if you're reading this, then they finally got to me. Please don't trust Grace."
