Chapter 8
Rainwater dripped steadily from the edges of the police barricades while the Hudson River churned darkly behind them.
Evelyn stared at the bloodstained envelope in the investigator’s hand, unable to breathe properly.
Her name.
Written across the front in jagged black ink.
Every instinct inside her screamed that something terrible waited inside it.
Beside her, Damian’s posture became dangerously still.
“Give it to me,” he said calmly.
The investigator hesitated briefly before handing over the envelope.
Richard Bennett watched the exchange in silence, one gloved hand tucked casually into his coat pocket. Under the flashing police lights, his expression remained unreadable.
Lucas looked pale.
For the first time since Evelyn had known him, he seemed genuinely afraid of his
