“My aunt trusted him.”
“Your aunt trusted no one.”
“That may be why she saw you clearly.”
Daniel flinched as if I had slapped him.
For the first time, I noticed how tired he looked. Beneath the expensive haircut, the careful suit, the practiced charm—there were shadows. Lines at the corners of his mouth. A tightness around the eyes.
This was not only a man who had been caught.
This was a man who had been running.
Mr. Meyers set the case on the entry table. “Mrs. Carter, the combination may be in the sealed materials your aunt left at the firm. We can transport this securely—”
“No,” Daniel said quickly. Too quickly.
I turned toward him.
And that was when Vanessa appeared from the hallway.
She was holding her phone, but her hand shook so badly the screen flashed on and off.
“I can open it,” she said.
