I stared at the glowing screen, the words blurring slightly.

Sophia.

My husband’s mistress.

The woman who had been living in the apartment Daniel paid for with my money.

She was running.

She knew the ship was sinking, and she wanted a lifeboat.

I looked back at the house through the rain-streaked windshield.

The lights in the second-story office were still on.

I could see the silhouette of Richard Carter standing by the window.

They had no idea their world was about to collapse from the inside.

I put the car in drive and pulled out of the driveway, the gravel crunching under the tires.

I needed to call Arthur Vance immediately.

But first, I needed to reply to Sophia.

I stopped at the edge of the property, idling near the main road.

I typed out a quick response.

*Where are you?*

I waited, my thumb hovering over the screen.

The phone buzzed almost instantly.

*The coffee shop on 4th Street.*

*The one near the gallery.*

*I am in the back corner.*

*Please come alone.*

I stared at the message, the rain drumming a steady beat on the roof of my car.