“Beatrice has returned to Kentucky.”
I looked up.
“Why?”
“Apparently, she’s staying at the family’s old property for a few days.”
“Which property?”
“The abandoned farm outside Lexington.”
I remembered Silas mentioning that farm during our marriage.
He’d always avoided talking about his childhood.
Whenever I asked about his first marriage, he changed the subject.
His explanation was simple.
“Clara left me. I don’t like discussing it.”
I’d respected that boundary.
Now I wondered what else he’d been hiding.
“Find out what you can about Clara,” I told Harrison.
He nodded.
“I’ll look into her disappearance.”
Then he handed me a document.
“Your prison transfer has been scheduled for tomorrow morning at ten.”
I stared at the page.
Tomorrow.
After months of fighting, time was running out.
“Do one more thing,” I said.
“What?”
“Make sure Callahan is available tomorrow morning.”
Harrison studied my face.
