Vanessa—”
“There’s something hidden in your office.”
“What?”
“The locked drawer beneath your filing cabinet.”
Rachel frowned.
“I don’t have a locked drawer.”
“Yes, you do.”
“No.”
“You’ve simply never opened it.”
Rachel stood up.
“What’s inside?”
Vanessa’s voice became even more emotional.
“Evidence.”
“Evidence of what?”
“That Brandon wasn’t the person who began all of this.”
Rachel stared through the darkening window.
“Then who was?”
There was a long pause.
Then Vanessa whispered:
“Your father.”
The call ended.
Rachel didn’t move.
Downstairs, her father laughed at something Lucas had said.
A completely ordinary laugh.
Warm.
Familiar.
The same laugh Rachel had known for her entire life.
She stepped into the hallway.
Her father was standing at the bottom of the staircase.
He looked up.
For a moment, neither of them said anything.
Then Rachel noticed something in his right hand.
A phone.
Not the phone he normally used.
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