"Mr. Harrington, the homeowner has already explained the situation. We will destroy your spare key. You can leave now, and remember not to trespass on private property again."
Lucas kept his head down and forced a "thank you" out of his throat. He turned and was just about to step forward when a police officer called out to him. "Wait a moment."
The officer flipped through the register in his hand and said, "You are Ms. Foster's boyfriend, right? You didn't come when we called this morning. Perfect timing. Now come with us to fill out the death registration paperwork, and by the way, collect her ashes."
As soon as the words finished, Lucas lifted his head sharply and pulled a smile uglier than crying onto his face. "What ashes? That was a scam call, wasn't it? This is a play Emma got pe
