even know what this is.”
“Blue Reef.”
Julianne turned pale.
An officer noticed her reaction and glanced at Hale.
She shook her head.
“David, no.”
“Shut up.”
“Don’t tell me to shut up.”
Before David was even handcuffed, the couple who’d enjoyed fourteen days at sea began accusing each other.
Watching brought me no satisfaction.
That surprised me.
For two weeks, I’d imagined this morning as an ending.
But it wasn’t.
David’s fear changed nothing.
Lily was still dead.
Her room remained empty.
Tomorrow would still arrive.
At 9:31, officers escorted David outside.
His hands were behind his back.
His sunglasses were gone.
He looked toward the street.
Then spotted me.
Even through Susan’s window, I saw recognition.
“Sarah!”
I didn’t move.
He called again.
“Sarah!”
Hale guided him toward an unmarked vehicle.
David twisted to face me.
“Please!”
That word nearly broke me.
Not because I wanted to
