“I need this new life I have not to be destroyed, and I won’t have this murderer ruin it. I hope to not have to use everything, but I will be taking some from this stash to keep him quiet. Anything else I take is to keep Teresa comfortable. Oh, I love you, Teresa, and I’m sorry.”
Ian set this paper down while Ellen made a little dramatic sound. Gabe rubbed the side of his face.
“So she never told anyone about her involvement,” he said. “What a secret. Sounds like hell.”
“A wonder she wrote it down here at all.” Ian could see Gabe no longer thought this was fun. It was a depressing story, after all, and now that she was dead, somehow more so, like her end made it all the more tragic.
“She had a conscience,” said Ellen. “Now what’s left? Another set of clues?”
Ian unfolded the last note
