Chapter 8 - Someone Across the Road

Marcus cut the kitchen lights. Rachel dispatched a patrol car and told everyone to stay indoors. Outside, headlights swept across the hedge, then disappeared. Whoever had watched them was gone by the time officers arrived.

“I brought trouble here,” Maya whispered.

“Trouble was here first,” Evelyn replied. “You're staying.”

At dawn, Evelyn opened her late husband's locked desk. He had kept absurd things—old theater tickets, a fishing lure, postcards—but the bottom drawer contained a folder marked NORA TRUST: RESTRICTED.

Inside was a letter from Grace, written a month before her fatal crash.

If anything happens to me, please ask about Daniel's Harborstone loans. He says it's under control. I don't believe him. Nora must never be used as security for that debt.

Evelyn sat in silence. She had loved Grace and dismissed her worries as ordinary marital tension. How much had that dismissal cost?

“I need to see the cellar,” she said.

Rachel arranged a warrant application based on the expanding evidence. Daniel, meanwhile, released a statement claiming his mother had suffered an emotional episode aboard the yacht. A cropped video of the teapot spread online. By lunch, Evelyn had received two hundred angry messages from strangers.

Helen watched the comments scroll. “They're calling you a monster.”

“I behaved monstrously for ten seconds,” Evelyn said. “That doesn't mean everything else is a lie.”

She recorded a brief statement: what she did was wrong; she had contacted police; she would not speculate publicly about a missing child. She refused her publicist's suggestion to make herself the victim.

That evening, Maya recognized a detail in a photo of the cot: the blue birds were painted directly on plaster. Nora's drawing was on the wall, not on paper.

“Why does that matter?” Marcus asked.

“Because I saw that wall once. At a cottage where Daniel took Nora for weekends. He told her it was our secret hideout.”

“Where?”

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Maya closed her eyes. “A place called Gull Point. But the cottage burned down last winter.”

Then Helen whispered, “I know who insured that fire.”