And someone was waiting outside to see if I would light the fuse.

I walked back to the table and gathered the documents.

I needed to hide them.

I needed to make sure Trevor didn’t know I had seen them.

But before I could move, my cell phone on the counter began to vibrate.

The screen lit up with an unknown number.

I picked it up, my thumb hovering over the screen.

I pressed answer and put it to my ear.

“Meredith,” a voice said.

It wasn’t Kelsey.

It wasn’t Harold.

It was Trevor.

“I think your father gave you the wrong folder,” he said.

His voice was calm, too calm.

“I’m parked outside,” he said. “I need you to bring it out to me.”

I looked toward the window.

The dark sedan sat in the shadows of the pine trees.

“I don’t have anything of yours, Trevor,” I said.

“Don’t lie to me, Meredith,” he said. “Open the door.”

The call went dead.

I heard the car door open in the driveway.

A heavy footstep sounded on the wet gravel outside.