I crept toward the side door of the main building, staying low in the shadow of the rusted fence.

The door was slightly ajar, a sliver of yellow light spilling onto the damp gravel.

I pressed my back against the metal siding and listened.

“You’re making this worse for yourself, Sophia,” a voice said.

It was Caleb.

He sounded frantic, his voice cracking with panic.

“You’re a murderer, Caleb,” Sophia said.

Her voice was weak, but still defiant.

I looked through the gap in the door.

Sophia was tied to a wooden chair in the middle of the concrete floor.

Her face was swollen, a dark bruise forming beneath her left eye.

Caleb paced in front of her, holding a heavy iron flashlight.

“I didn’t kill anyone!” Caleb shouted. “I just wanted the money! I didn’t know she was going to do that to Emily!”

“You watched her do it,” Sophia said.

Caleb raised the flashlight, his hands shaking violently.

Before he could swing, the sound of heavy tires crunched on the gravel outside.

Headlights swept across the frosted windows of the boatyard.