“Definitely,” Jack said without missing a beat. “The file proves it.”

Raven’s gaze dropped to the file in his hand. “He talked about Lily during his sessions?”

“He did more than talk about Lily. He talked about Evelyn. He was clearly in love with her, and he wanted the three of them to be a family. He said he’d do anything to get Lily back in his life. Anything to prove he could take care of his daughter.”

“Then our theory makes sense. He could’ve poisoned Evelyn to get full custody of Lily.”

Jack returned to the bed, sitting beside Raven. “Lily’s dad has an alibi. She swears he spent the whole night at the facility.” Then again, Lily had claimed she’d hidden the Recipe for the Perfect Murder in a tree hollow, and the recipe had turned up in the kitchen. “What if Lily’s lying to protect—”

Raven’s phone chimed, cutting Jack off. They read the second message together: You have ten minutes to burn the file. Send me a video to prove it’s been destroyed, or my video goes straight to the police.

Jack lifted her gaze, peering at her oldest friend. He was resting his head in one hand, his fingers tangled in his curls, and his face didn’t look expressionless anymore. His eyes were bright. His lips were set in a firm line. She knew what he was going to say before he said it.

“We’re burning this.” He pushed off the bed, tucking Andrew Kane’s file under his arm. “If Lily was lying about her father’s alibi, somebody at the facility will be able to tell us the truth. But if the police see you burning my clothes, I could lose you.”

“The video alone doesn’t prove I’m a killer,” Jack insisted, following him across the room. “If we explain what happened the night before you left for boarding school—”

“The kiss?”

She nodded, finally admitting it to herself. Part of her had truly believed the kiss had been a fantasy. Something she’d conjured out of loneliness and desperation. “We can tell them I was some lovesick kid, missing you and wanting to feel close to you again.”

“Lovesick?” Raven’s lips curved up on the ends, and it seared her from the inside out. She felt pleasure and pain. Fear and desire.

“You know what I mean,” she said, wanting to get the file away from him. “Puppy love. A teenage crush. Adolescent girls are always acting dramatic on TV, and if they think I’m—”