“Yes.”
“And now they’re targeting me.”
“Yes.”
“So what do we do?”
“We preserve everything. We contact investigators with the existing fraud evidence. We do not accuse them publicly of murder without proof.”
I hated that she was right.
Then Ben said, “The flash drive.”
Everyone turned.
Grace still had Melissa’s encrypted drive.
If Melissa had been investigating Nathan and Linda…
Rebecca grabbed her phone.
“Have Grace bring it here.”
“No,” I said.
They all looked at me.
“Nathan thinks the wedding is happening. He thinks Grace will be at the venue.”
Ben understood first.
“You don’t want him knowing we found it.”
“Exactly.”
Rebecca nodded.
“Then we secure a copy discreetly.”
At five ten, Grace’s roommate drove her to my house.
She arrived wearing pajama pants under a trench coat.
The moment she walked through the door, she threw herself into my arms.
“I knew something was wrong with him.”