Page 103 of He Sees You
"The estate," I guess. "The Lockwood estate."
One blink.
"Hidden?"
One blink.
"In the house?"
Two blinks.
"Somewhere else on the property?"
One blink.
"The old groundskeeper's cottage," Cain says suddenly. "Richard used it as an office sometimes. Said it was for business."
Morrison blinks once, emphatically.
There's evidence on the Lockwood property that could destroy my father.
Evidence that's been sitting there for twenty years, waiting.
Morrison is trying desperately to communicate something else, his eyes rolling toward me, then Cain, then me again.
His face is purple now, the paralytic affecting his circulation.
"There's more," Cain says. "Something about Celeste."
One blink.
"About why Sterling let me live when he knew I was killing?"
One blink.
"He's using me. I'm cleaning up his problems. The dealers, the predators—they were all connected to the trafficking ring. Competition or liabilities."
One blink.
Morrison's eyes are gleaming now, vindictive even in paralysis.
He's enjoying this revelation, watching my world shatter.
"Every person you've killed," I say to Cain, "my father knew about them. Wanted them dead. You've been his unwitting executioner."
"Marcus Webb," Cain says suddenly. "The dealer. He was competition."
One blink.
"Patricia Morse. The social worker. She was getting too close to the trafficking."
One blink.
"Timothy Bradley, the coach. He was sampling product without paying."
One blink.
"Every single one."
