Page 78 of Decoding Morse

“What?” I asked.

Carol’s eyelids grew heavy while pieces of the puzzle I’d been beating my head against the wall to solve clicked into place.

Fuck.

The image developing shot ice through my veins, and I pressed closer to the bed. “When did you change your will?”

Her eyes fluttered open. “Beginning of the month.”

That would have been a few weeks ago. The timing lined up. “And your son…? What does Eric think about it?”

This time, anger shot her eyelids open. “It’s none of his business what I do with my money. He inherited plenty already.”

The phone calls during our breakfast, why he was pretending to give a fuck about his mother, the look he’d given me in the hallway…

Holy shit. Ericishere!

I yanked my phone out of my pocket and called Rabbit.

No answer.

Carol’s eyelids drifted closed.

I headed for the door. “We’ll be right back.”

I dialed Tap as I rushed down the hall.

“What’s up, brother?” he asked.

“Carol Landry recently changed her will, making Amelia her sole beneficiary.”

Like I had, Tap connected the dots instantly. “Oh shit. It’s her son.”

“Has to be. Amelia’s with Rabbit, but he’s not answering his phone. I saw Eric just a few minutes ago and—” I rounded the corner and looked past the elevators.

The hallway in front of the women’s room was empty.

My blood turned to ice. “Rabbit and Amelia are missing.”

“What do you need?” Tap asked.

I shoved open the bathroom door and shouted, “Amelia!”

No answer.

The elderly lady standing at the sink turned and scowled at me.

“Please. Is there anyone else in here?” I asked.

Her expression softened, and she glanced at the stalls. “No. It’s just me.”

“Have you seen a brunette wearing a leather vest like this one?” I asked, hooking a thumb under my cut.

Her brow furrowed. “She was leaving when I walked in.”

“Was there a man in a vest by the door?”

She shook her head. “Not that I recall.”

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