Lyra
Why didn’t they take this file?
They’d ripped through drawers, overturned furniture, and smashed all of Frank’s detective equipment yet they’d left this file sitting on a stool?
It was way too obvious to be missed, and that made the hair on my neck rise.
My fingers trembled slightly as I undid the second clasp holding the file close.
The first page had the name Elena in large, bold letters. Her student ID. A black-and-white photograph was clipped to the top corner.
Liam’s sister.
I'd seen this exact photo before, in the file Liam kept in his office, and in the pictures Jed Kellen once showed me.
E meant Elena.
This file was about Liam’s late sister.
I continued to read.
The second page had a brief overview of Elena’s life—how she got into Alpha Stone’s scholarship
