She was still wearing her dress uniform, though her jacket was unbuttoned at the collar.

Her dark hair was pulled back, but a few strands had fallen loose around her face.

She looked up as I entered, a cold smile slowly spreading across her lips.

“Well, well,” she said, her voice dripping with amusement.

“I wondered when the grieving daughter would finally show up.”

I closed the door behind me, the heavy latch clicking into place.

“You knew,” I said, my voice steady despite the tremor in my chest.

“I know a lot of things, Eleanor,” she said, leaning her head back against the concrete wall.

“Which particular secret are we discussing today?”

I walked closer to the table in the center of the room.

I unzipped my bag and pulled out the leather ledger.

I dropped it onto the metal table with a loud thud.

Vanessa looked down at the book, her eyes narrowing slightly.

Then, she let out a soft, mocking laugh.

“Ah,” she said, looking back up at me. “You found the family Bible.”

“Explain it,” I said.