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Chapters (48)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. Acknowledgments
  5. Prologue
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. Chapter Six
  12. Chapter Seven
  13. Chapter Eight
  14. Chapter Nine
  15. Chapter Ten
  16. Chapter Eleven
  17. Chapter Twelve
  18. Chapter Thirteen
  19. Chapter Fourteen
  20. Chapter Fifteen
  21. Chapter Sixteen
  22. Chapter Seventeen
  23. Chapter Eighteen
  24. Chapter Nineteen
  25. Chapter Twenty
  26. Chapter Twenty-one
  27. Chapter Twenty-two
  28. Chapter Twenty-three
  29. Chapter Twenty-four
  30. Chapter Twenty-five
  31. Chapter Twenty-six
  32. Chapter Twenty-seven
  33. Chapter Twenty-eight
  34. Chapter Twenty-nine
  35. Chapter Thirty
  36. Chapter Thirty-one
  37. Chapter Thirty-two
  38. Chapter Thirty-three
  39. Chapter Thirty-four
  40. Chapter Thirty-five
  41. Chapter Thirty-six
  42. Chapter Thirty-seven
  43. Chapter Thirty-eight
  44. Chapter Thirty-nine
  45. Also by Allison Brennan
  46. Praise for these other novels by New York Times bestselling author Allison Brennan
  47. About the Author
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“Then you tell me what happened. You have one opportunity to tell me the truth, or this interview is over and you’ll be extradited back to Texas to face felony embezzlement and accessory to murder charges. You’ll be in prison for a minimum of twenty years and if you’re lucky you might see your granddaughter graduate from college.”

Frank couldn’t talk fast enough. “I was given that authorization form. I really thought that Mrs. Albright had signed it, I swear to God, but she didn’t come in. Simon Mills, who is also a longtime customer, brought it in. He said that Mrs. Albright was leaving town and that she wanted to process the forms that morning. I wasn’t going to do it, but Mr. Mills—well, I made a little bet with his club and lost, and then another little bet, and lost, and he was kind enough to let me pay in small installments. But I owed quite a bit, and he offered to forgive my loan. When the FBI came in the next week, I didn’t know what to think, but then another man, Carl Chavez, a detective, came in and said—oh, God—that he would kill my daughter if I changed my story. He said that! And when the FBI wanted surveillance photos, I panicked, so I went through everything we had and Kitty and Mrs. Albright look a lot alike, especially on those fuzzy tapes, and then everything was done. And no one came back and it was over. I felt awful that Mrs. Albright stole the money from Mr. Kiefer, and I knew it was in some way my fault, but I believed him. The detective told me exactly what to say and I stuck to the story, I swear to God. I didn’t know that they had been killed. I didn’t know!”

“Why did you run?”

“Detective Chavez came to me right after you were there, Agent Kincaid. During my lunch break. I left early to get my head straight, and he found me and showed me a photo of Penny and Gracie at the park. My baby girl and her baby. He said if I talked, they would die. He was serious, Agent Kincaid. He was serious. Please, please find someone to protect them.”

Lucy didn’t think they were in danger at this point because Chavez was on the run, but she assured Pollero that she would send officers to sit on Penny’s house for tonight at a minimum.