“That old property has been abandoned for years. And anything Clara left behind is safely stored where nobody would think to look.”
Silas’s face tightened.
“That’s enough.”
I looked directly at Beatrice.
“What belongings?”
She gave me a smug smile.
“Her personal things. Some papers, photographs, and a few other items.”
“Where?”
Beatrice laughed.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Silas reached for the telephone.
“Mother, stop talking.”
But the damage was done.
I had heard enough to establish a concrete lead.
The farm.
The old storage building.
Clara’s belongings.
Her financial records.
And the possibility that Silas had lied about her disappearance.
I kept my expression neutral.
“Why are you telling me this?”
Silas leaned close.
“Because you’ll spend the next twenty-five years wondering what really happened.”
He wanted me afraid.
He wanted the mystery to haunt me.
Instead, he’d given me something I could take directly to investigators.
