She had also never understood that Marcus was not the only desperate person she had recruited.
“What is this?” he asked.
Rachel’s voice shook. “Give me the phone.”
He read aloud.
“‘Once Eleanor signs, Marcus becomes unnecessary.’”
Rachel froze.
Marcus continued scrolling.
“‘He’ll take the blame if anything goes wrong.’”
“That isn’t what it looks like.”
“It looks like you planned to frame me.”
“No.”
“It says my name!”
“You don’t understand the context.”
Marcus laughed once, sharply.
“The context?”
He stepped closer to her.
Rachel glanced toward me as though I might rescue her.
I did not move.
Marcus raised the phone. “Who is Daniel?”
Rachel said nothing.
He looked at another message.
“‘Daniel will collect the original document after midnight.’ Who is he?”
“A lawyer.”
“What lawyer?”
“A private one.”
“Your private lawyer?”
“Our lawyer.”
Marcus turned the screen toward her.
“Then why does it say, ‘Marcus must not leave the house’?”
