She leaned closer.
“The one Rachel gave her daughter.”
I stopped breathing.
“Which daughter?”
Sarah smiled.
Then the guard ended the interview.
I drove straight to Danielle's house.
Emma and Lily sat at the kitchen table doing homework.
I stared at them.
Twins.
Identical faces.
Rachel's girls.
“The one Rachel gave her daughter.”
There were two daughters.
I sat across from them.
“Girls, did your mom ever give either of you a key?”
Blank faces.
“No.”
“Anything she called a key?”
Emma shook her head.
Then Lily stopped writing.
“She called my necklace a key once.”
My pulse jumped.
“What necklace?”
“The one I broke.”
“When?”
“Years ago.”
“Where is it?”
She shrugged.
“Maybe in my jewelry box.”
We found it twenty minutes later.
A tiny brass pendant shaped like a sun.
I'd seen it hundreds of times.
Rachel had given matching necklaces to the twins shortly before her death.
Emma had a moon.
Lily had the sun.
The clasp had broken.
I turned the pendant over.
A seam ran through the center.
David used a jeweler's tool.
The sun opened.
Inside was a microscopic memory card.
No one spoke.
The card contained one video.
Rachel appeared on screen.
Alive.
My sister.
For several seconds, I couldn't breathe.
Her hair was tied back.
She looked exhausted.
Behind her was the office she had worked in.
“Sharon,” she began.
I covered my mouth.
“If you're watching this, I failed to keep this away from you.”
Tears streamed down my face.
Rachel looked directly into the camera.
“What I've discovered is bigger than forged trusts.
Sarah and Daniel Vale have spent years taking money from vulnerable people.
But they're not the ones in charge.”
David looked at me.
Rachel continued.
“I thought Sarah ran everything.
I was wrong.”
She held up a file.
“There's another person controlling the accounts.
Someone close enough to victims that nobody questions access.”
A photograph appeared on screen.
My entire body went cold.
I knew the man.
Not Oliver.
Not Sarah.
Rachel spoke his name.
“David Rosen.”
The room went silent.
I slowly turned.
David stood three feet behind me.
His face had changed.
Harry rose from his chair.
Danielle whispered, “David?”
My attorney.
My friend of twelve years.
The man sitting beside me while we opened Rachel's evidence.
The man who had helped protect my house.
The man who had attended my almost-wedding.
David smiled.
Not warmly.
Sadly.
“Oh, Sharon.”
My blood froze.
“You knew.”
He sighed.
“I was hoping that card had been destroyed.”
Harry moved between David and his sisters.
David looked at him.
“Don't be dramatic.”
“Get out.”
“Harry.”
“I said get out.”
I stared at David.
Every memory rearranged itself.
David handling Rachel's estate.
David preparing my guardianship petition.
David helping transfer my mother's property.
David recommending financial advisers.
David knowing exactly what I owned.
And suddenly I understood something horrifying.
Oliver had not found me alone.
Someone had shown him where to look.
“You sent Daniel to me.”
David's smile disappeared.
“Not exactly.”
“You gave him my information.”
“He already knew you existed.”
“Because of Rachel.”
