“I thought it was a recording.”
“Then why did you come here?”
Her lips parted.
Grant stepped forward.
“Mr. Mercer, we can explain everything.”
Dad raised one hand.
Grant stopped.
“You can begin with the funeral.”
Vanessa’s eyes filled with tears.
“I was scared.”
“You were choosing curtains for my house.”
“I was in shock.”
“You were discussing renovations.”
“I thought you were gone!”
“You laughed.”
She pressed both hands to her mouth.
Grant looked toward the officers.
“This is a family matter.”
Detective Alvarez held out her hand.
“Give me the folder.”
Grant tightened his grip.
“It contains private financial information.”
“It also contains evidence.”
Grant’s eyes shifted toward Vanessa.
That was when she understood.
He had told her the will was real.
He had told her the house was already theirs.
He had told her everything was settled.
But he had never shown her the original.
“Grant,” she whispered. “What did you do?”
