ad. The words didn't make sense. It wasn't supposed to happen this

e word was a dry rasp

etched with a grim professionalism. "We

t the flashing lights remained, painting the street in ghos

opened onto our private foyer. Forensics technicians in white suits mov

me to Em

ers of pop stars. And in the middle of it all, on her princ

ifted a corner

, her face pale and peaceful, except for the

real. The shock, the horror... it was all real. But underneath it, a differen

out. Johnson and another off

of here," Joh

nated by the dark stain on the white rug where D

"I know you're in pain. But you need to help me. You said you were with

ef, my shock, to corner me.

the cold fury returning, pushing aside the shock. This was his fault. If he

eigned rage. "My sister-in-law? The only person in this whole miserable family who

to my feet, sw

pulate me?" I spat the words at him. "Where were you five years ago when I called 911? Where were all of you when he was br

m. "You let this happen!

hat they were doing, staring

said, his voice cold again. "But I'm not th

He just didn

sobs. But as the elevator doors closed, I caught my reflection

my eyes were

faced. Emily was gone. The last chain that tied me to this life,

set m

from the hotel they put me in. He thought he was watching a suspect.