My pulse pounds in my ears as I realize I’m not the only one watching this. Someone else—whoever hacked in—is pulling files on her now.

Her husband’s death.

I watch as they open statements she made after he died. I scan through them quickly. She said he had been drinking and was hung over during their time on the slope. The coroner ruled it accidental. No foul play.

Then, the hacker jumps back to Walter and Elise. The reports. The autopsies.

Back to Aubrey’s first husband. The investigation. The interrogation. I lean closer, breathing shallow. She had nothing to do with it. It was ruled an accident. But someone out there isn’t convinced.

Then they pull Gabe’s autopsy. My breath catches in my throat.

I blink, my eyes burning from staring at the screen for so long. Hours have passed. My fingers tremble as I reach for my phone. I need to tell Theo. And Bennett.

I dial Theo first.

“Hey,” I say, my voice uneven.

“You okay?” he asks, concern threading through his words. “You sound… off.”

“I’m at the department, going through Gabe’s things,” I say, glancing at the screen. “And… I accidentally found something. Can you come here?”

“On my way.”

Before he can hang up, I add, “Bring Bennett.”

Theo groans. “Why do I have to be the one to bring him?”

I roll my eyes even though he can’t see me. “Because you’re the one who needs to get over yourself and start acting like the family you are. It’s not every day you find out you have a long-lost cousin.”

He huffs. “It feels weird.”

“Well, it’s not every day you get a second chance at family either,” I shoot back. “And like it or not, Bennett’s part of this now. So call him.”

Another pause. Then, muttered under his breath, “We were in the middle of our cousinly duty of bonding.” A beat, then, begrudgingly, “I guess we’re learning to get along.”

Surprise flickers through me, but I don’t push it. “Good. Now get here.”

Theo grumbles under his breath but hangs up, and I know he’ll do it.

As the call ends, I turn back to the computer. The hacker is still there, still looking. I don’t know who they are or what they want. But I know one thing for certain—

They’re after the truth, just like we are.

11

Theo

The evening sky is painted in bruised shades of purple and gray as we head toward the station, my old truck rumbling down the road. The air inside feels just as heavy as the sky outside—thick with tension.