make.
“So Daniel caused the crash?”
“No. Michael drove away angry, but the crash was an accident.”
“And Daniel let everyone believe he was a thief after he died.”
“Yes.”
I looked at the transfers.
I’d always thought it was wisdom.
Eighteen years suddenly had a different explanation.
“The money was guilt.”
“Partly.”
I looked up.
One word.
One more door.
Eighteen years had a different explanation.
“Partly?”
Rebecca’s expression tightened.
“What else were you being paid for?”
“I wasn’t being paid.”
“Then what do you call eighteen years of money from the man who destroyed your husband?”
Partly.
She went still.
My husband.
The words clicked into place.
Rebecca H. Michael H.
I stared at her. “So that’s what you were to Michael.”
“Yes.”
“And Daniel started sending you money after he died.”
The words clicked into place.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
Rebecca took a breath. “Because Michael left something behind,
