“Katie woke up.”
That was all I said.
Andrew’s face changed before he could stop it.
His eyes widened, and his shoulders pulled back as though someone had struck him.
Then the expression vanished.
“Thank God,” he said.
“Why didn’t anyone call me?”
Reynolds watched him carefully.
“What do you think she told us?”
Andrew looked at the dark jacket hanging in the hallway.
The movement was small, but everyone in the room saw it.
“She has a concussion,” he said.
“She probably doesn’t know what happened.”
“Interesting,” Reynolds replied.
“I didn’t say she remembered anything.”
Andrew’s jaw tightened.
He stepped farther into the room and saw the photographs spread across the desk: the life insurance policy, the forged power of attorney, the condo listings, and the messages from the unsaved number.
Everything is ready.
The girl needs to disappear.
Tomorrow?
It’s done.
He recovered quickly.
