“Oh… Mr. Beaumont. Liv wouldn’t want—”
“This is between us Mrs. Baker.”
A pause.
“You can call me Jillian.”
I nod, even though she can’t see it. “Thank you, Jillian.”
And I mean it.
Because she’s just given me another piece of the puzzle.
One Olivia didn’t want me to find.
But I found it anyway.
And I’ll fix it. Quietly.
Thoroughly.
Permanently.
I hang up, lean back in my chair, and stare at the screen still open to solitaire jewelers.
I’m going to put a ring on her finger.
Wipe every shadow from her past.
Give her a life so far from that debt-soaked inn she’ll never have to look back.
She’ll never carry anything alone again.
Knock knock.
“Come in,” I call.
The door opens.
Broderick steps inside.
And he looks…pissed.
Which throws me.
His jaw is tight, hands clenched, something burning behind his eyes. He crosses the room and slams something onto my desk.
A camera.
Not just any camera.
Thecamera.
The one I had planted in his office when he and Olivia were having those daily lunches for afull fucking month.
I stare at it.
Then my eyes meet his.