“For what?”
“Obstruction, evidence tampering, and assault, for a start.”
My father twisted his head toward me.
“Claire, listen. The drive contains a file Rosie never understood. If it opens, people will come for you.”
“What file?”
“The one marked LAST.”
The smoke alarm began shrieking.
Daniel handcuffed him while I opened windows.
My father shouted over the alarm.
“Do not open that folder!”
I looked at the laptop.
The drive was still connected.
The folder marked LAST waited at the bottom of the screen.
I clicked it.
Inside was a single audio recording.
My father closed his eyes.
The recording began with static.
Then Rosie’s voice.
“I’m ready.”
A man answered.
Not Ben.
Not my father.
