The Truth About Us

From the corner of her eye, she ignored the raised brow Kaden shot her. “You mentioned a phone call. Which call?”

“The one he made to that special investigator. He made a call to some office there, but they weren’t in on account of it being after hours. Then he called me, raving about it all. He was thrilled. That was the last time I spoke to him. Supposedly, people spotted him with some guy, and the next minute he was gone.”

The file in her hand grew heavier with Leanne’s implications, turning from paper to concrete. If what Leanne was saying was true, then Lawson’s murder was linked to her grandmother somehow.

The business card inside the file folder screamed at Abby to pick it back up. Instead, she forced a smile, said goodnight, then raced down the yard to the car with Kaden and Cammie at her tail.

Once inside, all three of them turned to each other.

“I have no idea what all this is about, but now I’ve got the creeps,” Cammie said.

Kaden’s gaze shifted to Abby, his eyes speaking to her in the silence, saying what they both were thinking. That if what Leanne said was true, if she was right, then Lawson died uncovering her grandmother’s secret. Not only was he killed for the secret, but McBride was then framed for Lawson’s murder and killed.

Whatever answers there were to find, they’d find them in Newberry.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

After being sufficiently creeped out, Abby dropped Cammie off at her house with no complaints and little questions from her.

Abby’s gaze flickered to her rearview mirror at the car behind her. They kept their distance, but she swore they had been following her the entire way since Leanne’s house. Chalking it up to paranoia, she turned at the light.

“We need to go to Newberry tonight.” The frantic edge of her voice boomed in the confines of her small car.

Rain beat down the windshield, forming a river of water as her wipers furiously whisked it away.

Kaden held his hands up, his voice calm. “Hold up. We need to take a step back and think about this.”

She stopped at a red light and turned to him.

“What’s there to think about? Whatever my grandmother’s secret is, whatever got Lawson and McBride killed, it’s there! We need to go find it.”

“First of all, did you even think this through? Abby, whatever this secret is, it’s big. Beyond the scope of anything either of us ever imagined. Maybe you should—”

“I’m not quitting.”

Was she afraid? Yes. The notion someone may have been killed for the information they were searching for frightened her more than anything, but it also made uncovering it that much more important.

“This was the last thing GG had on her mind before she died, and I won’t let her down.”

Kaden sighed. “Fine, but do you know how crazy going there would be? We don’t even know what we’re looking for?”

The light turned green, and Abby instantly pressed the gas, lurching the car forward. “We know whatever it is has a key.”

“No.” Kaden shook his head. “You assume.”

“It’s a pretty good assumption.”

Frustration flashed in her eyes under the streetlights. “It must be a house or something. What else could it be?”

“Okay, so even if the key is tied to Newberry, and it is a house, what are we gonna do? Newberry might be small, but you’re still talking a crap-ton of houses. Are you going to check every single house in the entire town, trying the key you found in the lock? I’m sure that won’t alert the authorities or get us shot by some angry homeowner.”

“Sarcasm doesn’t look good on you,” she quipped, then sighed as she loosened her grip on the steering wheel.

Why were they arguing? They were supposed to be a team.

And she hated to admit it, but he was right.

“Fine.” She sighed. “Then what do we do?”