s blocked, but the voice was unmistakable-coo

we talked. Meet me at the beach house in the Hamp

up. The beach house. The one in all the

I gave him a retainer and a simple instruction: follow Andrew Lester, docu

ove to the

the traditional, stately home I shared with Andrew. Gabrielle opened the door herself. She was exactly as I'

he nerve. "Come in. Can I get you a drink? Oh

th a wall of glass overlooking the Atlan

lass. "You must know, on some level. Andrew and I have been toget

in my lap, but I k

nt. "He did what he had to do to save his son. Our son. R

aleb," I said, my vo

will be filing for divorce soon, you know. He's just waiting for a respectable

tructed, began to crack. She wa

monster,"

mother who would do anything for her child. Just like Andrew. You should

d, not to hit her, but to grab the phone she had set on t

berately tripping over an ottoman. She c

e!" she screamed, just a

y. He didn't even look at me. He went st

of contempt. "What the hell is wrong with you, Maria? Takin

ioning allegiance to her. My phone, still clutched

e. I held up his wrist, pointing to the leather bracelet. "Cale

ething-guilt, shame-crossed his face

priority. He helped her to her feet,

arled. "Go home. We'll

her out of the room. I was left alone in the vast, empty l

security camera across the street from the accident. It showed the crash. It showed Andrew arriving on the scene before the paramed

tched our son bleed ou

house, a small, quiet boy with a toy car. He looked so much like Caleb it was a physica

ok root in my mind. An eye

beach, my face arrang

t's a cool car. Are you hungry?

yes wide and trusting. Ju

mine, the plan solidifyin