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Chapter 26- THE VOICE ON THE OTHER ENDThe call came while everyone was still pretending dinner had not collapsed.

My husband, Grant Holloway, stood at the head of the table with one hand wrapped around his wineglass. His mother sat beside him, perfectly composed, although the color had drained from her face.

I pressed the phone against my ear.

“Mrs. Holloway,” the unfamiliar man said, “my name is Special Agent Daniel Mercer. Do not tell your husband who is calling.”

My eyes moved toward Grant.

He was watching me too closely.

“What is this about?” I asked.

“The account opened under your maiden name.”

My stomach tightened.

“I don’t have an account under my maiden name.”

“That’s the problem.”

Grant took one step toward me.

“Who is it, Claire?”

Agent Mercer’s voice lowered.

“Leave the house without alerting him. Bring your daughter. Do not use your own car.”

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Then the dining room lights went out.

In the darkness, someone locked the front door.

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