Salome’s POV
“So, Luceland is definitely the spot,” I said, tucking my hands into my back pockets. I paced the small hotel room, my boots clicking against the thin carpet. “Portia got drunk and spilled it all to Barnabas’s mom. There is no way she’d lie about something that specific. It’s east of New York, just like the map shows.”
Clementine sat on the edge of the bed and nodded. She looked tired but focused.
“That gives us two paths,” I continued, stopping by the window. “First, we track down that old friend of Russell’s from the police report. If we can get her on our side, we might break the case. The catch is her loyalty. She was friends with Russell, sure, but she was likely part of Portia’s inner circle too. People like that tend to stick together to keep their secrets buried.”
