Chapter 18When Oliver arrived at Martin’s house an hour later, the front door stood open. As he approached, Ron stepped into view, unlocked the glass storm door, and then held it open for him.
“There is a video.”
His heart dropped. “What?”
Ron nodded. “Back here.”
Oliver followed Ron down the hall, to the office.
“He’s not going to want to see this.” Martin stood behind the desk, a frown on his face.
Ron stepped behind the desk. “Show me.”
Martin inserted a jump drive into his laptop, entered a hidden password, and then clicked on a folder labeled A. Garrison. A video started that showed Allen’s bedroom. Allen stood before the bed, his white terry cloth robe open to expose his tie dye T-shirt he had loved. “I want to thank you all for being here.”
“What…” Oliver couldn’t breathe. A
