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“Because they weren’t really robberies,” Elijah says.

“Exactly!” I glance at him.

A couple of hours later, Jaun walks over and sits on the edge of my desk, holding a file.

“You’re going to want to kiss me after what I found for you.” He smiles.

“What did you find out?”

“Bradly and Caroline Yearns adopted Katherine. Want to know why?”

“Duh, Juan.” I throw up my hands.

“Her mother, Renee Fields, was convicted of murdering Katherine’s father in front of her—cause of death….twenty-two stab wounds. One stab wound for each month her father cheated on her mother.”

My heart raced with excitement. This was the break I needed.

“Which prison is her mother in?” I ask Juan.

“She’s not anymore. She passed away ten years ago. Hung herself in her cell.”

“You said Katherine was there when her father was murdered?”

“Yeah. The article is in here.” He hands me the file, and I open it.

“We need to question Katherine again.” I throw the file down on my desk.

Chapter Thirty-Two

KAT

“Haveyou spoken to the realtor yet?” Samantha asks, stabbing her fork into her salad.

“She came by this morning to take photos and said the listing will go up next week.”

“The apartment below us just went up for sale. You should look at it.” A happy smile dances on her lips.

“Maybe I will.” I pick up a French fry from my plate.

“Any idea when you’re coming back to work?” she asks.

“All I know is that I’m not ready yet.”

We finish lunch and hug each other when we leave the restaurant.

“I’ll talk to you later,” Samantha says, climbing into a cab.

I’m in Chelsea. Samantha wanted to meet at her favorite restaurant for lunch since Travis doesn’t like it and never takes her there. I walk down the street, my feet crunching through the blanket of soft, powdery snow that has settled on the ground. The air is frigid, sending shivers down my spine as I pull my coat tighter around me. I pass by the art gallery where Oliver and I first met.I stop and stare through the window. Mallory, the owner, sees me and waves. Now, I feel obligated to step inside.

“Oh my gosh, Kat.” Mallory hugs me. “How are you? I’m so sorry about Oliver.”

“Thanks.” I manage a fake smile. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course.”

“Did Oliver ever come in here with another woman?”

Her brows furrowed. “No. Not that I ever saw. Why?”

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