Jason hadn’t just been a cheating husband; he was a silent partner in a massive money-laundering scheme involving local real estate. Rachel, the mistress, hadn’t been a “coworker.” She had been Marcus Vane’s sister, sent to keep Jason in line and ensure he didn’t get cold feet about the millions flowing through his accounts.
“He didn’t just kill her because she was leaving,” Emily whispered to the empty room. “He killed her because she was his biggest legal liability.”
That night, the sanctuary’s security system chimed. Emily looked at the monitors. A sleek black car sat at the end of the driveway. A man she recognized as Marcus Vane stepped out. He didn’t look like a criminal; he looked like a pillar of the community.
Emily opened the door, the chain still in place.
“Ms. Carter,” Marcus said, his voice smooth and dangerous. “I believe you’ve found something that doesn’t belong to you. Jason was a fool, but he was a useful fool. I’d like the box back.”
