Another line.
Linda Bennett presents herself under varying relationships depending on target: mother, aunt, business associate, counselor.
My stomach clenched.
She had played Nathan’s mother because I would trust a man whose mother seemed to adore me.
The cruelty was almost elegant.
Then we found a folder labeled:
IF SOMETHING HAPPENS
Grace gripped my shoulder.
“Open it.”
Ben clicked.
There was one video.
Melissa appeared on the screen.
Alive.
For the first time in nine years.
Her hair was tied back.
She looked exhausted.
She glanced behind herself before speaking.
“If you’re watching this, I either got scared enough to send it or I didn’t get the chance.”
Grace made a broken sound.
I reached for her hand.
Melissa continued.
“The people I’m investigating are dangerous financially. I don’t know if they are physically dangerous, but I’ve started receiving calls.”
My heart hammered.
She described Ashford.