“Who is Riggs Friedman?” Janey asked again. She paced from the far windows to the new dining room table, where Tessa and Sean Masterson sat. Dinner had been delivered an hour ago, but Tessa had mostly picked through her chicken Caesar salad.
Her appetite had fled earlier that day when the picture from Esme had come in.
She looked at it again. It was clearly Riggs Friedman, from the oversized nose to the wrinkled forehead to the wispy, thin hair.
“Why did he go to Long Island?” Sean asked, looking between the two sisters.
“To our house?” Tessa asked.
ourThey’d been through this routine before, all the same questions being posed.
How would he even know about it? Had he been following Tessa? Was the cottage here bugged? Janey had been asking questions for an hour, ever since Sean had sh
