She opened the envelope. Inside was a single photograph: the burner phone from his nightstand, screen lit up with a text to a number she’d traced. “Miss you. Saturday? She won’t know.”
Lisa held up the third document.
She opened the envelope. Inside was a single photograph: the burner phone from his nightstand, screen lit up with a text to a number she’d traced. “Miss you. Saturday? She won’t know.”
Lisa held up the third document.