Daniel wiped his face. “Then why come back now?”
Alice looked at him. “Because I heard Tom was about to retire. Because I finally found the rest of your father’s notes. Because I thought if I did nothing, he would die respected and buried under lies.”
Instead, the next morning, I made a worse choice.
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Then Alice said, “The real evidence is in a watertight lockbox under the root cellar of our first rental house on Miller Road.”
I blinked. “That place was half torn down years ago.”
“The foundation is still there.”
Daniel looked at me. “We should go tonight.”
Instead, the next morning, I made a worse choice.
I went to Tom.
I left without answering.
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He stood on his porch with a coffee mug in his hand and smiled when he saw me. “You look tired.”
I kept my face neutral. “Daniel found something in the attic. A letter. It mentioned Blackwood Chapel.”