Chapter 11 - THE OFFER THAT TURNED INTO A THREATOnce the development secret broke open, the women stopped pretending this was about theft.
Clare asked to speak with me privately.
I agreed only because Detective Pike had already told me to keep my phone recording if she tried.
She met me on her porch at dusk, wearing a beige coat and a face arranged carefully into sorrow.
“I can make this easier,” she said.
“For who?”
“For everyone.”
Then she offered me money.
Not as much as RidgeMark’s representative had offered. Just enough, I think, to test whether I still behaved like the broke city kid they thought they understood.
“Walk away from the hearing,” she said. “Decline your interest. Tell the court you were never serious about the property.”
“And in return?”
“You’ll be compensated.”
I looked at her for a long moment.
“You planted your dead husband’s watch in my toolbox.”
Her jaw tightened.
“You have no idea what bills look like at my age.”
“That’s not an explanation.”
Her voice changed then, going flat.
“If this deal collapses, Samantha loses her house. Vanessa gets destroyed in her divorce. I lose everything Daniel left me.”
I almost laughed at the irony.
“Daniel tried to stop this.”
She stepped closer.
“Daniel is gone.”
There it was.
Not grief.
Not guilt.
Only anger that the dead had left inconvenient instructions.
When I told Pike about the meeting and handed over the recording, he closed his notebook and said, “That helps.”
“Is she going to get arrested?”
“Eventually,” he said. “People who get comfortable with lies usually give us more than one crime.”
He was right.
The next morning, Samantha texted me from an unknown number.
Take the money before Vanessa does something stupid.
I showed Elena.
May you like
She raised one eyebrow.
“Now they’re turning on each other.”
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