“This is insane.”
Mark snapped, “Sit down.”
Jenna obeyed.
That frightened me more than anything else.
I leaned back.
“How long have you two planned this?”
Mark’s chair scraped the floor.
“What did you do?”
I smiled.
“Nothing.”
His eyes moved toward the window.
Then the hallway.
Then the papers.
A guilty man calculating exits.
Daniel said quietly, “Dad, Mom asked you a question.”
Mark turned on him.
“You have no idea what you’re involved in.”
“I know my wife was involved with you before she married me.”
Jenna gasped.
Daniel continued.
“I know Elaine Mercer was your partner.”
Mark’s face emptied.
And from behind me, a woman’s voice said:
“And I know what you did in 1999.”
Rebecca stepped into the dining room.
The wineglass slipped from Mark’s hand.
It shattered.
For perhaps five seconds, nobody moved.
Mark stared at my sister as if the dead had
