“Wait! I have money?” A faint thread of hysteria drifts through my mind.
“Yes, for now. Since you have thrown up every roadblock there is in existence, preventing me from getting the inheritance, which is rightfully mine in the first place, you have forced me to resort to desperate measures: staging your death, a suicide.” Jeff flashes a cold smile. “I regret that it has come down to this, sis.”
“Tell me, Jeff, since I’m about to die … what was in the coffee and who staged me, passed out on Ethan’s floor, drowning in his liquor?”
Jeff holds a finger over his lips as if to stifle laughter. “I think you already know the drug I used. And Kim is the one who had access to Ethan’s apartment. She made a duplicate key, just like she did with this place.”
“How did you know about this cabin? Eth
