ring in your suit pocket!”
“Your mother left that behind when she abandoned us!” Lucas snapped, his composure slipping for a fraction of a second. “She was going to ruin everything. Just like Anne’s father tried to ruin me. But I fixed it. I took care of all of it.”
“She didn’t abandon us,” Melanie cried out. “What did you do to her, Lucas? What did you do to my mother?!”
I stepped into the doorway of the dimly lit study.
“He buried her,” I said cleanly.
Both of them whipped around.
Melanie was tied to a wooden chair, her cheeks streaked with tears, her hands bound behind her.
And there stood Lucas.
He wore a linen shirt, his sleeves rolled up, holding a stack of burned, charred paper over a metal trash can. The blue legal folder lay open on the desk beside a lighter.
For three seconds, nobody
