Three slow knocks.
Colleen’s face went pale.
She looked at me.
“Your fiancé wasn’t killed in an accident.”
My heart stopped.
“Someone tried to murder him.”
I could barely breathe.
“Why?”
“Because Adrian discovered something he wasn’t supposed to know.”
She reached into her purse and pulled out a photograph.
It showed Adrian standing outside his workplace beside another man.
I recognized the building immediately.
But I also recognized the man beside him.
He had been at Adrian’s funeral.
He had stood behind Colleen.
He had even offered me condolences.
“Who is he?” I asked.
Colleen’s voice became almost a whisper.
“He’s the reason Adrian had to disappear.”
Before I could ask another question, someone knocked again.
This time, the door opened.
Adrian stepped inside.
He looked at his mother.
Then at me.
Then at the photograph.
His expression changed.
“Mom.”
Colleen said nothing.
