A red circle had been drawn around him in marker.
On the back, four words were written neatly in black ink.
YOU STILL OWE US.
I couldn’t breathe.
I locked every door in the house before calling Mara.
She answered immediately. “What happened?”
I sent her a photo of the picture.
Silence.
Then: “Do not leave the house.”
Fear crashed into me all over again.
“Mara…”
“I’m coming.”
She arrived in less than two hours with another man I didn’t recognize. Tall. Gray suit. Sharp eyes that scanned every window before he stepped inside.
“This is Special Agent Daniel Reeves,” Mara said quietly. “He worked Owen’s case.”
The agent studied the photograph on my kitchen table.
Then he looked at me.
“We think Owen hid money before his arrest.”
I stared at him. “I don’t know anything about money.”
“We believe that,” he said. “But someone else doesn’t.”
