The man she claimed had moved to Singapore three years earlier.
The man whose name had appeared on her secret phone.
He closed the door behind him.
Rachel stared at him in confusion.
“You’re early.”
Daniel looked at Marcus, then at the g/u/n in his hand.
“It seems I’m exactly on time.”
Marcus lifted the g/u/n toward him.
“Who are you?”
Daniel did not appear frightened.
He removed his leather gloves one finger at a time.
“I’m the man cleaning up Rachel’s mistake.”
Rachel moved toward him. “Daniel, thank goodness. He found the messages.”
“I assumed he would.”
She stopped.
“What?”
Daniel placed the gloves on the counter.
“I wrote them so he would.”
Marcus frowned.
Rachel’s confusion deepened. “You wrote what?”
“The messages.”
“You used my phone?”
“You left it in my office yesterday.”
Rachel shook her head. “No. Those conversations were between us.”
