I let my face crumple just enough.
“She signed what?”
His smile returned. He thought grief had made me foolish.
“The lake house,” he said. “Power of attorney. Medical consent. All legal.”
My heart turned cold.
Medical consent.
From the garage, a heavy thud echoed.
Vanessa flinched.
Mark grabbed my arm. “Leave.”
I looked down at his fingers gripping my coat.
“Take your hand off me.”
He laughed. “Or what?”
Red and blue lights washed across his face before I answered.
Detective Ruiz’s voice cut through the rain.
“Or you explain the locked garage.”
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