I go back into Dad’s office. Head straight for the safe. I kneel down, press the familiar numbers, and it clicks open.
Same passcode. Same stacks.
Still there. Not enough for four people. Maybe not even enough for three if we’re being smart.
But for one? It’s more than enough.
Now comes the hardest part.
The body.
I need a body in that room. Something to burn, something to leave behind.
I need someone dead Or… already dead.
My hands are shaking as I leave the house.
I do everything I’m not supposed to know how to do. I get the burner phone. I get the wig, the cheap makeup, the cover identity. I make the calls. I ask the questions that you’re not allowed to ask unless you’ve seen too much of the world.
And somehow I don’t even know how...
I do it. I get what I need.
An already c
