She began to sob, her shoulders shaking under her thin sweater.

“I didn’t know,” she cried.

“I swear, I didn’t know he was going to bring a gun.”

I walked over to her, but I did not put my arm around her.

The betrayal was still too fresh, a cold weight in my chest.

“You knew about the deed, Megan,” I said.

She didn’t look up.

“He told me it was the only way to save the house,” she sobbed.

“He said Aunt Claire was going to lose it to the bank anyway.”

Deputy Miller walked over to Daniel Voss.

“Are you Daniel Voss?” the deputy asked.

“I am,” Daniel said.

He handed the brass key to the deputy.

“This opens the lower ledger box in the basement,” Daniel said.

“You will find the original trust documents there.”

“We’ll need you to come down to the station to make a statement,” Miller said.

He turned to the other officer, who was hauling Ethan to his feet.

“Get him downstairs and into the cruiser.”

Ethan looked at me as they dragged him past.