Rachel checked the IV line in my arm, her touch gentle.

“The police are finalizing the report on Margaret,” she said softly. “Detective Sullivan wants to take another statement tomorrow morning.”

“I’ll be ready,” I said.

“You need rest, Natalie,” Rachel said. “Your skin is healing, but your stress levels are too high.”

“I can’t rest yet,” I said. “Ethan is cornered. That makes him dangerous.”

My phone vibrated in my palm.

The screen lit up with an incoming call from an unknown number.

I hesitated, my finger hovering over the green button.

“Do you want me to take that?” Rachel asked.

“No,” I said. “I need to know what they’re planning.”

I pressed the button and put the phone to my ear.

“Natalie,” a deep, clinical voice said.

It wasn’t Ethan.

“Who is this?” I asked.

“My name is Harold Sterling,” the man said. “I represent your mother-in-law, Margaret Brooks.”

I felt a cold drop of sweat slide down my neck.

“I have nothing to say to you, Mr. Sterling,” I said.