“And?”
“He said he was being dramatic.”
A weak smile appeared on Liam’s face.
“Dad was good at making you feel ridiculous for worrying about him.”
That was true.
I could hear my father’s voice.
Don’t turn a paper cut into a funeral, Liam.
My throat tightened.
“What was in the envelope?”
“I didn’t open it.”
“Never?”
“Not then.”
Detective Ruiz stepped closer.
“When did you open it?”
“After his funeral.”
Liam looked directly at me.
“There was a ledger. Handwritten. Account numbers. Dates. Initials. And at the top of the first page were two words.”
I already knew.
“Lake Mercer.”
He nodded.
My mind began moving automatically.
Numbers.
Patterns.
Possibilities.
It was the part of me Ethan had never understood.
Fear could slow my body.
But give me a financial mystery, and my mind became a room full of lights switching on.
“Foreign account?” I asked.
