Bell went back into the office and examined the desk.
“Where is the rest of the paperwork?” she asked.
Tessa did not respond.
Judith spoke from behind us.
“There was another drawer.”
“What drawer?” Bell asked.
“Behind the bookcase.”
I turned toward the shelves. They were built into the wall, filled with old novels and framed family photographs. Judith pointed to the lower right corner.
“Ryan keeps a lockbox there. He said it was for important documents.”
Bell moved the books aside.
A narrow panel appeared behind them.
The lockbox was gone.
“Who had access?” she asked.
Judith looked at Tessa and Morgan.
“Ryan. Me. My daughters.”
Tessa’s expression went blank.
Morgan took one step backward.
Bell noticed.
“Where is the lockbox?”
“I don’t know,” Morgan said.
“Think carefully.”
“I don’t.”
Tessa suddenly pressed a hand to her forehead.
“I moved it.”
Everyone looked at her.
“Where?”
“I put it in the garage.”
“Why?”
“Because Morgan told me Ryan was going to accuse us.”
Morgan turned on her.
“You said it was safer there.”
“I didn’t know what was inside!”
“What was inside?” I asked.
Tessa looked at me, and the confidence drained from her face.
“Letters.”
“What letters?”
“Yours.”
The room seemed to tilt.
Bell asked, “Letters from whom?”
Tessa swallowed.
“From Ryan.”
I stared at her.
“To Nia?” Bell asked.
Tessa nodded.
“He wrote them before the divorce. Some after. He said he never sent them.”
“Why did you have them?”
“I found them in his old apartment when he moved. He told me to throw them
