“Altered how?”
“By my husband.”
Daniel stared at me.
I walked to the cabinet above the sink and removed a small wooden box. Inside were several old photographs, a key, and a sealed envelope bearing my name.
My husband had hidden the box behind a false panel before his d/e/@/th. I discovered it only after Rachel began moving money through the company.
Daniel stepped closer.
“What is that?”
“The reason Rachel came here tonight.”
“She came for your signature.”
“That’s what she told Marcus.”
I handed him the envelope.
The handwriting on the front belonged to my husband.
Daniel opened it carefully.
Inside was a single photograph.
A younger Rachel stood beside my husband outside a warehouse. Between them was a man whose face had been marked with black ink.
Daniel turned the photograph over.
Three words were written on the back.
VALE IS ALIVE.
Daniel looked up.
