My husband drove the car into the river with my brother and me trapped inside, but when the water had already reached my neck, the man who had been “paralyzed” for 15 years stood up from his wheelchair, k:ick:ed the door open, and whispered, “Play d:ea:d. He’s watching.” I didn’t ask any questions… until I saw who was waiting for my husband on the shore.

“She gets our shares?”

“Not automatically.”

“But enough estate provisions transfer through her branch.”

“And Garrett…”

“Would marry her.”

I looked at her pregnant stomach in my memory.

“He already plans to.”

Tobias nodded.

I felt sick.

Then something else struck me.

“You said he was finishing what his father started.”

“Yes.”

“Is Victor still involved?”

Tobias looked at me.

“He never stopped.”

The maintenance gap suddenly felt too small.

I wrapped my arms around myself.

“What do we do?”

“We stay dead.”

I stared.

“What?”

“As far as Garrett knows, we drowned.”

“Tobias.”

“That gives us the only advantage we’ve ever had.”

“You expect me to hide?”

“For a little while.”

“I need police.”

“Not yet.”

I stared at him.

“He tried to murder us.”

“I know.”

“Penelope watched.”

“I know.”

“We have to tell someone.”

“We will.”

“When?”

“When we know who we can trust.”

I laughed in disbelief.

“You sound insane.”

“Maybe.”

He reached into the waterproof pouch again.

He pulled out a tiny phone.

Not a normal phone.

A hardened satellite device.

I stared.

“What else have you been hiding?”

“Enough.”

He activated it.

One message appeared.

LOCATION CONFIRMED.

Then another.

SAFEHOUSE READY.

I looked at him.