Following the Clues
The next morning, before anyone else arrived, I returned to the hospital. I brought a small notebook and sat by Anna’s side again.
“Anna,” I said softly, brushing her hair back. “It’s Margaret. Can you tell me who did this?”
“B–R–A–K–E L–I–N–E–S C–U–T B–Y D–A–V–I–D.”
David.
I felt my heart skip a beat.
David Harper. My son’s closest friend — his business partner. The man who’d been around our family for years, helping with Mark’s construction company. He’d always been polite, but there was something in his eyes whenever he looked at Anna — a coldness, a hunger.
Now, her trembling hand had named him.
I knew what I had to do.Continue reading…