The man who had accused me of stealing.
The man who had somehow known I would find the box.
The man whose watch I’d recognized.
“Why would he accuse me of stealing the brooch?”
“Because he needed a reason to get you out of the house.”
“What was he looking for?”
“The box.”
My eyes moved to the passenger seat.
“He knew about it?”
“He knew your father left evidence behind. He just never knew where I had hidden it.”
I stared at the box.
“Where did you hide it?”
“In the car.”
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