Chapter 3 - The Secret Sarah Was InvestigatingDetective Bennett showed me the photographs later that afternoon.
There were dozens.
Jason meeting strangers.
Jason entering warehouses.
Jason carrying boxes.
Jason handing envelopes to men I didn't recognize.
And Sarah was photographing everything.
I stared at the images.
“Why would she do this?”
Detective Bennett placed another photograph on the table.
Sarah stood across the street from a warehouse.
The date was six weeks earlier.
“She was following him.”
“Why didn't she tell me?”
“Maybe she was afraid.”
I shook my head.
“Sarah and I didn't exactly get along, but she would've told me if she thought Emily was in danger.”
“Unless she believed you were already being watched.”
I looked at her.
“What?”
She pointed to the photograph.
“Look at the car.”
A black sedan was parked behind Sarah.
I stared.
It appeared in several photographs.
“Someone was following her.”
“Yes.”
My stomach tightened.
“Then why didn't she come to me?”
Detective Bennett looked at me.
“Maybe she tried.”
She handed me Sarah's phone.
It had been recovered from the pool.
The screen was damaged.
But technicians had recovered several deleted messages.
One was addressed to me.
David, if anything happens to me, protect Emily.
My hands began shaking.
There was another.
Don't trust Jason.
Then another.
He isn't who he says he is.
I stared at the screen.
“Why didn't I get these?”
“Because they were never sent.”
“Why?”
“We think someone intercepted her phone.”
I looked toward Detective Bennett.
“Who?”
“We don't know.”
Then she opened another file.
It contained financial records.
Jason had transferred money through multiple accounts.
Large amounts.
Hundreds of thousands of dollars.
“Where did this money come from?”
“That's what we're investigating.”
She pointed to one company.
“Evergreen Logistics.”
I recognized the name.
“That's a company my father used to do business with.”
She looked at me.
“Your father?”
“He died seven years ago.”
“Did he have enemies?”
I thought about it.
“Plenty.”
She looked at the records.
“Your father may have been connected to something much larger than you realized.”
I felt a chill.
“Are you saying Jason was involved with my father?”
“We're saying we're investigating.”
That night, Emily woke screaming.
“Daddy!”
I rushed to her.
“I'm here.”
“He's coming.”
“Who?”
“Jason.”
She grabbed my shirt.
“He said he would find me.”
I hugged her.
“He won't.”
She began crying.
Then she whispered:
“Mommy hid something.”
“What?”
“She told me where it was.”
“Where?”
Emily looked toward the window.
“In Daddy's house.”
I froze.
“My house?”
May you like
She nodded.
“Under the floor.”
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