Chapter 33 - THE FIRST LIE THE POLICE BELIEVEDThe object that broke the window was not a weapon.
It was a brick wrapped in paper.
Mr. Reeves picked it up with a towel. Written across the paper were the words:
RETURN WHAT YOU STOLE.
A police officer’s voice sounded from the front porch.
“Claire Holloway, come outside with your hands visible.”
Grant had moved quickly.
He had transformed himself from the man who locked us inside a house into the frightened husband begging the police to save his child.
Emma began to cry.
“I don’t want to go with Dad.”
I crouched in front of her.
“You won’t.”
“How do you know?”
I didn’t.
But a mother does not give her child the full weight of uncertainty.
Natalie opened the flash drive on Mr. Reeves’s computer. Most of the folders were encrypted.
One video was not.
It showed Grant entering my home office three nights earlier. He removed blank checks from my desk and photographed my passport.
Then he looked directly at the hidden camera.
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“By Friday,” he said to someone on the phone, “Claire won’t control anything.”
Friday was tomorrow.
