to his wife.”
Mara immediately says, “No.”
You say, “Yes.”
“Elise—”
“If he knows anything about that house, I need to hear it.”
Mara studies you for a long moment.
Then nods.
Caleb is brought into the interrogation room in handcuffs, hair still damp, face marked from the arrest. You stand behind the glass first, watching him before he knows you’re there.
He continue reading …